I went to the lolly shop today.

Why do we stop doing these things when we get old?

Lolly shops are such lovely places. All that gaudy packaging housing tasty treats and hyperactive excitement. I remembered going there in the pre-pubescent days with about 20c in my pocket and a whole afternoon to take my time spending it. I remembered eating whole bags of lollies and not feeling sick and headachey after. I wept when I was told there were no pineapples. I was tempted by fudge like nothing else since becoming vegan. I bought a whole stash of sweets for me and my brother and his friend for about $2. I'm eating sherbet now. Excellent.

The funny thing was that the shop was quite full but every else in there had to be over 30... like the pair of big burly blokes in car brand shirts buying thickshakes... the English couple buying extreme sour sweets as though it were the most daring act of their lives.

The sad thing was when I ate some sour string it got caught in my throat and I had this gross sour biting in my throat all day. I'm so old I can't even eat lollies properly anymore?

Also if you see me in the next few days my skin has gone to shit I am pimple city but that started before the sweetie binge...

SUGAR POWER