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This nugget of knowledge has ruined my day, so I thought I'd share it with you all .

Apparently Mars bars, that hallowed combination of sickly sweet chocolate, caramel and... other gooey stuff which is ceremoniously dipped into a deep fryer to signify the coming of age of A Night Oot in Glasgow...
this stalwart of the sweetshop is having its name changed for the World Cup, to BELIEVE .

I can't decide which annoys me more... the feeling of being sold some kind of principle (other than possibly gluttony) in a chocolate bar (especially that terribly modern American plague of "Just believe in something enough and it'll happen") or the fact that it's yet another example of snore-worthy World Cup melodrama.

You can get to the very heart of the evil at http://www.marsbelieve.com/

As Stephen Fry (member of that rival chocolate dynasty perhaps) once so memorably said:

"Sometimes you feel there just isn't enough vomit in the world."

boudicca wrote:This nugget of knowledge has ruined my day, so I thought I'd share it with you all .

Apparently Mars bars, that hallowed combination of sickly sweet chocolate, caramel and... other gooey stuff which is ceremoniously dipped into a deep fryer to signify the coming of age of A Night Oot in Glasgow...
this stalwart of the sweetshop is having its name changed for the World Cup, to BELIEVE .

I can't decide which annoys me more... the feeling of being sold some kind of principle (other than possibly gluttony) in a chocolate bar (especially that terribly modern American plague of "Just believe in something enough and it'll happen") or the fact that it's yet another example of snore-worthy World Cup melodrama.

You can get to the very heart of the evil at http://www.marsbelieve.com/

As Stephen Fry (member of that rival chocolate dynasty perhaps) once so memorably said:

"Sometimes you feel there just isn't enough vomit in the world."

Deep fried Mars bars!!!
Should be called Coronary Thrombosis

why would anyone deep fry a candy bar???

Just another step in ENGERLAND (thanks for correcting me, Dark ) becoming mini-America; a land of fat people being fed blind patriotism.

nick the stripper wrote:Just another step in ENGERLAND (thanks for correcting me, Dark ) becoming mini-America; a land of fat people being fed blind patriotism.

I had my first ever deep fried mars bar yesterday. Very nice indeed

I haven't eaten a Marathon bar since they changed tha name to Snickers

Leave our chocolate alone!

markfiend wrote:I haven't eaten a Marathon bar since they changed tha name to Snickers

Neither has anyone else. They're probably a bit mouldy by now

Yes, well, you know what I meant!

I couldn't stay away from Opal Fruits when they renamed them Starburst. I do miss the yellow and green ones, but since they fused those together and added blackcurrant ones, I've re-pledged my alliegance to them. Gorgeous stuff, and once my braces are off, I'll be celebrating with several packets of them.

boudicca wrote: Apparently Mars bars, that hallowed combination of sickly sweet chocolate, caramel and... other gooey stuff which is ceremoniously dipped into a deep fryer to signify the coming of age of A Night Oot in Glasgow...

I'm still trying to repress that particular memory. Thank God for my alcoholism, a gutful of booze was the only thing keeping me from dissolving!

Mars is simply cashing in on the hallowed money-tree that is World Cup merchandise. Just another crime that will have them against the wall come the revolution!

There was a time when Opal Fruits restricted themselves purely to flavours of the citrus variety - indeed, the advertising jingle highlighted this: "Fresh with the tang of citrus, 4 natural fruit flavours." Lemon, lime, orange, and grapefruit. If you wanted a fruit chew that wasn't citrus, then Chewits was your sweet of choice. I favoured the blackcurrant version myself.
Now that Opal Fruits (or Starburst) are muscling in on the non-citrus flavoured chewy segment, I fear that consumers will be confused by the baffling array of choice available at the sweetshop, and we may see an overall downturn in the chewy sweet market as they switch off in favour of less contentious sweeties.

boudicca wrote:This nugget of knowledge has ruined my day, so I thought I'd share it with you all .

Apparently Mars bars, that hallowed combination of sickly sweet chocolate, caramel and... other gooey stuff which is ceremoniously dipped into a deep fryer to signify the coming of age of A Night Oot in Glasgow...
this stalwart of the sweetshop is having its name changed for the World Cup, to BELIEVE .

I can't decide which annoys me more... the feeling of being sold some kind of principle (other than possibly gluttony) in a chocolate bar (especially that terribly modern American plague of "Just believe in something enough and it'll happen") or the fact that it's yet another example of snore-worthy World Cup melodrama.

You can get to the very heart of the evil at http://www.marsbelieve.com/

As Stephen Fry (member of that rival chocolate dynasty perhaps) once so memorably said:

"Sometimes you feel there just isn't enough vomit in the world."

To be renamed 'Disappointed again' when England are eliminated around the usual stage.

Driven wrote:To be renamed 'Disappointed again' when England are eliminated around the usual stage.

See also: the special "Out On Penalties" limited edition bar

markfiend wrote:

Driven wrote:To be renamed 'Disappointed again' when England are eliminated around the usual stage.

See also: the special "Out On Penalties" limited edition bar

Yeah Or 'Taking an early lead but losing it in the second half' limited edition. Or maybe not so limited.

Or perhaps a catch-all "Drowning your sorrows at the" bar

apparently i don't give a XXXX as i'll eat Mars Bars no matter what they call them (food of the gods IMHO)



except for deep fried versions...they just give me the dry boake

My life has never been the same since they withdrew Olde English Spangles.

beLIEve


aaaaah the old ones....

I've gone into shops and purposely asked for Opal Fruits as recently as last year. Tee-hee-hee .

Oooh I am awful, but you like me!

Almost as silly as us going to the school Lost and Found asking about any marbles that had been handed in.

Except we didn't, because we were lower school and thus chicken-s**t

We always used to sign up ficticious names on school trip sign-up sheets: T. Pot, Mickey Mouse, Mike Hunt, Heywood Jablowmi, and all the Bart Simpson "funny Phonecall" names.

Is this thread turning into www.playgroundlaw.com ?

Amazingly, on a list that "Drew Peacock" signed, my real name was the one that the teacher called bullshit. Go figure

A freind of mine,a lecturer in a mainly asian student college had a Manmeat and a Minjeata in her group.

If they fcuk with Double Deckers I'm going postal

Bring back Texan bars