Brighton Rock
Brighton Rock.
Not the book by Graham Greene. I mean real Brighton Rock ... as in "stick of".
I bought myself a stick of rock today. Yeah yeah, I know. But, given my current sad singleton status, it's the only way I'm going to take home anything long, hard and pink to get my lips around (that's for jenny).
So these are the ingredients (prepare to cringe!) ...
Sugar, Glucose syrup, Artificial flavourings and Colours, E102, E122, E124, E129, E132, E142, E171, E133.
Can there possibly be anything worse than that for a girl to consume? goes back to sucking large, hard pink thing, which is now getting rather sticky at the end