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Part of David's candy haul from England, among the innocent jelly babies, the tangy-sweet sherbet lemons, were...
Fruit Allsorts.
Labelled proudly 'No liquorice here!'
My world went a weird shape for a moment there.
Liquorice Allsorts, apart from the ones with the pink or blue bobbles on, were never my favourites but they're a cherished part of my childhood nonetheless.
And I just ate one of these imposters and it tasted like Play Doh.
We are not amused.
(Yet somehow I ate another as I was typing this. Oh God, they taste vile, take them away!)
Fruit Allsorts.
Labelled proudly 'No liquorice here!'
My world went a weird shape for a moment there.
Liquorice Allsorts, apart from the ones with the pink or blue bobbles on, were never my favourites but they're a cherished part of my childhood nonetheless.
And I just ate one of these imposters and it tasted like Play Doh.
We are not amused.
(Yet somehow I ate another as I was typing this. Oh God, they taste vile, take them away!)