Paradise is sugar-filled

"If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it. -Willy Wonka

Heaven looks like a sweet shop.  See the look of pure happiness on my face? That's caused by being comfortable in knowing my sugar intake has no limit.  I am way beyond therapy and past caring.  What greater joy is there bar, taking your time selecting the perfect variety of pick n mix?! I am not sure why I was chosen by God to be a sweet monster, but please believe I am the sugar connoisseur.  If there is a sweet worth knowing about, I know about it.  Even the dodgy ones...(that was aimed at those disgusting Camel Balls).   If I had no hands, I could count on one of them the amount of times I have felt sick after polishing off a bag of sugary goodness.   Life has always included sweeties, and more recently candy from across the pond.  Some people drink Vodka (no, I don't know why either), some smoke, others consume Pot Noodle. Me? I eat sweets. From marshmallows to bubblegum flavoured turtles, and Nougat and Candy Sticks, pure bliss is easily achieved with a bag of the good stuff.  I think the world would be a happier place with a bag of pick n mix every so often.  Don't take my word for it though; next time you pass the sweetie aisle or an old skool sweet shop -hit me up for locations in and around London- take a trip inside and let your inner child loose on the selection. Take your time.  Fill up your pockets/paper bags till your heart tells you to stop.  You wont be the only one spending £20 odd quid on the good stuff. Just don't forget to brush your teeth kids.