Curly Wurly Squirlies

If there is one trait that characterizes the British it is their propensity to be silly. The old gogglebox has demonstrated this repeatedly with comedy shows that are, frankly, silly and yet enjoy enormous popular support. British elections are graced with candidates from the "monster raving looney party" and similar harmless crackpots. The looniest I have heard of was a "political" party whose candidates popped up from beneath the waters of rivers - wearing diving suits - to solicit the votes of boaters. Thus it is no surprise that Cadbury has surpassed the silliness of the "Curly Wurly" with another product called "Curly Wurly Squirlies". Oh dear, was John up on his soapbox again? Down boy, down.

A case of Curly Wurly Squirlies arrived at the Orangeville consular office this afternoon and no sooner had it landed on the shelves than eager consumers arrived to grab a bag or two. Of course, my regular reader (I know who you are) will be aware that consular officer John gallantly samples every new product to ensure it is safe for customers to consume. I had just completed that assignment when the first bag left the store destined for a customer's "daughter".

So many times I hear, as a counter full of calorie laden articles are spread out before me at the checkout, that "this item is for my son, that one's for my niece, and that one's for my ....."

Listen folks, we know you are going to scoff the lot yourself - maybe half of it before you even reach your car. And that's OK. Whatever you buy that isn't good for the waistline is good for the spirits. As my grandmother used to say "a little of what you fancy does you good".

And what's with the couples who come into the store, peruse every item on every shelf while muttering among themselves, then leave empty handed and without exchanging a single word with the guardian of the sacred chocolate? I can't hear what you are muttering to each other, no really I can't. When Max Bygraves sang "Fings ain't what they used to be" he was referring to my hearing. If we didn't meet your expectations please grab a bullhorn and tell me about it!

Well that's enough of this monstrous loonie's ravings for another day. Come on down to the Orangeville office of the Expatriate British Chocolate Fanciers Club and grab a bag of the silliest Brit Treats in town for about a buck and a half.

In tomorrow's post we reveal how, as the run up to the FIFA World Cup competition in Germany gains momentum, you can be capped for England!