Nostalgic notions, sentimental sighings, wistful wonderings, rueful reflections, poignant ponderings & yearnings for yesteryear! (With a few profound perplexities & puzzling paradoxes thrown in as well.)
Thursday, 10 November 2011
GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SNICKERS...
The world as I knew it no longer exists. It seems I've been kidnapped by
aliens and transported to an alternate dimension where things are almost
the same - but not quite. In this bizarre doppelganger planet, TREETS are
called M&Ms, OPAL FRUITS are named STARBURST, OIL OF ULAY is
known as OIL OF OLAY, JIF is christened CIF, KITKATs are made by NESTLE'S, not ROWNTREE'S - and MARATHONs are titled SNICKERS.
AAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! I'm trapped on a world I never
made. Beam me up, Scotty!
(But while I'm waiting for the transporter to lock onto me, cast your
eyes over the images on this page - a comforting reminder of when
all was right with the world and it was a saner place to be.)