Showing posts with label Childhood Confectionary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood Confectionary. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Let them eat (British) confectionary

Posted the 8th August (late morning).

In an alternative universe, Bastille rhymes with (fruit) pastilles.




88/50

Saturday, May 30, 2026

Sweets Memory

 



Don't forget those bastard Texan bars. They could extract (not so) precious metals from places where they should never have been extracted. IYKYK . . . fuck that, OIKWH.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Rusholme Ruffle Bars

A hundred pages into Morrissey's autobiography and I'm enjoying it so far. It's more Tony Warren than Mick Farren at the moment but I'm sure the sex, drugs and rock n roll will eventually kick in at some point. (Maybe when Vini Reilly enters the story?) 

But that's not what this post is about. I now not only have to thank Morrissey for the pop bliss that is 'This Charming Man' but also for his mention of ruffle bars in his autobiography. Christ, I'd totally forgotten about ruffle bars. I need ruffle bars.