Picture this:
It's the year 2005, you've just turned 7 years old. For breakfast, you wolf down some Golden Grahams and slurp up the remaining cinnamon-y milk with a coco pops straw. For lunch- praise the lord- it's Friday and Jamie Oliver hasn't yet pounced upon our beloved school dinners with his grubby salad fingers. However, we are quite literally praising the lord before lunch because it's a Church of England school. All is well, though, because it's turkey twizzlers and chips for lunch. And for dessert, a cornflake tart with custard. Delicious.
On the way home from school, you run ahead before your mum can say no to going into the corner shop. You grab your favourite Bursting Bugs sweeties and stand there until she catches up and, catching her breath, has no choice but to pay because you're already front of the queue. You're a little shit, but it's worth it for these juicy treats. For dinner your mum makes casserole- disgustang! You put most of it down the side of the sofa and insist upon your second helping of cereal for the day, preferably Golden Nuggets.
Life is good.