ElectroAnother interesting chewing gum called Electro; I didn't like the flavour of this one. It was a bit soapy tasting. I thought the packaging looked like a deodorant can. Of course the Candyman brought this to my attention!

Red Lion ComedyThe look on the Candyman's face when he saw the chef who made our mixed platter, a scary man who didn't look like he washes his hands! He had 4 supporters at his comedy night and was one of the funniest comedians there; although his granny and post box jokes were funny-strange!
The old man's pub -Parliament Street, Whitehall. Right across from No.10 Downing Street. I wonder if the Brown's have ever had a pint here?
Our platter which had some mystery bread, which I found out was garlic bread. It looked like small brown sponges!

The Candyman Blogs for us!(Dear foodies, the Candyman wrote this post for us today -I love guest bloggers - anyone else want to write pls let me know)

Who decided that Blue should be raspberry? It's just this kind of 'creative' thinking that tempers my enjoyment of eating jellybeans. As a child growing up the confectionery rainbow seemed to adhere pretty rigidly to the rules of nature - at worst red could equate to a couple of berry-related flavours, both of which I liked. Everything was right with the world. Yet at some point in the 1980's some bright young spark hoping to make a splash at a marketing agency threw out the bizarre notion that colours should not necessarily equate to the flavours they historically represented. Down was the new Up.

The paragon of this blatantly dishonest attitude is distilled in the bowl of jellybeans sat in front of me. Red could now be any number of flavours: Cherry, Fruit Punch, Cinnamon or in a truly mind-bending post-modern twist a flavour called simply 'Red' which I guess could strictly speaking taste like the scarlet paintwork of a 1994 Nissan Micra.

The true horror of this situation only becomes apparent when you reach the last third of the selection when you find yourself unwittingly playing Russian Roulette. Right now I am hoping not to be the one who bites down into a green and blue bean which taste of Java, or a pink one which when chewed reminds me of a pavement in Edinburgh.

It's Skittles for me from now on.

Thank you Candyman! xoxo

And the winner isThe strawberry marshmallow Haribos - much to Paul's dismay. He was taking an informal vote to see who preferred the strawberry marshmallows or these soft banana candies (which tasted like the banana flavoured penicillin we used to have as kids).

At the end of the week, plenty of bananas remained on Paul's desk while the strawberries were nowhere to be seen. The packaging is all en Francais as the Candyman picked these up on holiday in the Pyrenees, France.
The Candyman hoping people would vote for the little banay-nays.