“OMG. Everything previously written is true. It’s all true. Don’t eat more than 15 in a sitting unless you are trying to power wash your intestines.”

http://www.buzzfeed.com/michaelrusch/haribo-gummy-bear-reviews-on-amazon-are-the-most-insane-thin?sub=2911467_2290283

My fave.......

The poor man's After Eight.

Tic tacs.

Cinnamon tic tacs (artificially flavoured, mind you)... Sounds about as tasty as a Fisherman's Friend. (I'd rather a humbug.)

I couldn't find a pic of the plain mint variety that the image poster would accept.

Reese's peanut butter cups, Snickers, Hershey's dark chocolate with almonds, chocolate coated peanuts in bulk...wolfed one after the other until le mort...

Reese's white chocolate peanut butter cups - the crack cocaine of the chocolate world. You have been warned!

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Whenever I get some of these, it's time to do the sugarman dance.

This on the other hand is sure way to get stomach ache, yet impossible to resist.

Whenever I get some of these, it's time to do the sugarman dance.

This on the other hand is sure way to get stomach ache, yet impossible to resist.

Bloody liquorice!!

When I was working in Iran our construction site was overrun with the stuff.

The roots are several metres long, so when one excavates a pit for a foundation someone has to check the walls and floor of each pit before starting any work on blinding, shuttering or whatever. If the roots were found we had to trace them back a few metres (by hand) to make sure they didn't grow back in future years and crack the concrete. The stuff is indestructible.

On the other hand, all our local workers used to cut off four-inch lengths of root, splinter one end and use it as a toothbrush. Nicest tasting toothbrush I've ever used.

^^yeah...I was stopped getting fuel at a petrol station on the edge of the desert south of Jeddah and some bedouin appeared at the driver side window with a container of fuel wantin' a ride...

so I said for him to hop in and when we got under way he reached into his dirty dishdasha and extracted a cigarette sized twig and started to clean his teeth...at first I thought that he was gonna light up a fag which was unwise with the fuel container in the back but he was cool...he musta had lunch at the cheap biryani place back at the petrol station...or maybe he had just eaten a Snickers...

about 10 miles down the road with nothing around but desert he signaled for me to stop and got out with his fuel can, waved and smiled and started to trudge out into the sand and scrub; it was late afternoon...

My first tour in Saudi -

I was working up in Tabuk, building 2,000 houses for MODA (the armed forces).

One Friday (being the Saudi sabbath) I went out with a co-worker (an Aussie from Edgware) to visit the old Jeddah-Damascus railway, the one frequently blown up by Lawrence in WW One. We had been told that there was an old train wreck worth seeing.

So we follow all directions - 100km on the road, hang a left and go off on a desert track, after 20km turn off the track into raw desert. We found the train, took photos, considered it a job well done and turned for home. Not being all that experienced in desert driving, although an Aussie (he lived in Sydney, I think) we managed to find a large patch of very loose, soft sand. Oh f*^k!! So we got out the shovels, found a lot of brushwood and stones, started trying to dig ourselves out. After about an hour of unsuccessful labour we were more than a little hot and bothered. when a mirage appered in the distance. This was a scruffy arab, walking across the desert. He came up to us and started jabbering away. We were both new to the country and had no language skills, so knew nothing of what he was saying. Next thing we know, this bedu had squatted down and let the air out of all the tyres!! What the <deleted>? Then he gets in the car, rocks it back and fro a few times, then drives it out of the soft sand! Less than ten minutes! Gawd - were we thankful! (Well, no, actually - we had no air pump with us)

He refuses any reward, refuses to drive on with us - just resumes his walk across the desert. We find our way back to the dirt track, then the road, then go to a fuel station to reinflate the tyres. It was noonday prayers. We waited for any hour until someone came to open up again. We needed both fuel and air. (And something cold to drink!) Then back to Tabuk.

one does not think of Roy Orbison as a 'candy man', but:

a distinct Jimmy Reed influence, I believe...