The Express – Clair Woodward
And the crisp aisle at the corner shop: Frazzles, Twisters, Monster Munch, Ringos. Those brands were the background of my childhood; I ate at least one of them after school every day, often washed down by a can of something containing six teaspoons of sugar. Then I’d go home and have an old-fashioned dinner of mince and potatoes, Findus Crispy Pancakes and chips or stew, with a Supermousse or Angel Delight for pudding. And after that? Some biscuits with butter on them, or some cheese, followed by a bit of pantry grazing through the evening. Is it any wonder I was a fat child? (more)