No matter how dystopian it gets England always had a rather large charm to it for me. **If it is a dystopia it is like the dystopian world from... hm... The Giver.** Grey, gloomy, but bits of rebellious color here and there. One that particularly stands out. There wasn't one giver in this instance, but rather two.
When I studied over in England I went to a really a whimsical candy shop by a creek. My resident English student that was my paired guide took me there (along with other dope places like the best Indian food I ever had). **This candy shop was fucked up bro, in a joyous good way. Like, it had licorice on a giant roll, and the owners just spun it and threw it at kids. They looked like two bald mustached santas in all honesty, and would just toss candy at people. Everything was so colorful and just out there in the open.**
The owners had these big mustaches and bow-ties and just would give out samples without a care in the world. Twirling their mustaches, even each others, which was kinda weird tbh. **VERY JOLLY DUDES THOUGH. Honestly, now that I am saying it, maybe there was some type of santa theme going on. All the candy** was raw-dogging it in giant jars or out in the open, real Disney musical kinda shit.
My friends thought it was absurd that I bought cartoonishly large rainbow lollipops but it was like, the real deal. I was going to savor that shit and skip through the streets of London while humming a tune. You know, those big-ass rainbow lollipops that kids in the 50's licked while wearing a sailor hat or some shit. Idk.
You figure out that mental image, i dont fucking know whats happening either dude. **Oh, They also had in-house rock candy and jellybeans that they would toss at people, which just resulted in a bunch of jellybeans on the floor. I caught one in my mouth though, and it was watermelon, which was pretty fucking rad. The rock candy hurt, but I am pretty sure they knew that.**
The American exchange friends I went with bought a fucking kit-kat, m&ms, and snickers. Why would you come to this whimsical cartoonish British candy store and not get some dope-ass looney toons shit like giant lollipops or giant real life sized licorice ropes? I mean, the English students I get it, this shit is just a location to them. **The waves of warm childhood nostalgia has already crashed over them. But to come from a place like Missouri and not get anything? How dare you think you are better than anyone, you Missourian.**
What the Hell. You are from Missouri, they got a subway sandwiches and an outback steak house when they feel bold, how dare you turn these savory sensational sweets down? Travel across the pond and spends thousands on a study abroad program to buy a kit kat from the magical candy men with twirling mustaches? Fuck off dipshit.
***I mean, trust me, I don't particularly get excited when I hear "oye, tiome fo' a biscuit n' tea innit? pehaps sum news on dey' telly!" its like bro, what the fuck are you saying, how did you guys conquer half the planet at one point. Who calls the entertainment rectangle a telly?????***
It felt like the Harry Potter candy cart had a baby with Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Minus the sentient chocolate frogs, and orange candy slaves, respectively. **Or maybe they did have oompa loompa slaves in the back, idk. Those two jolly candy owning men either are giant sweethearts, or have bodies in their back freezers, its tough to tell.**
Didn't matter though. We went off to a pub crawl right after and I skipped with my giant lollipop into the first location. Which... the novelty wore off after like 5 mins and I dumped it in the trash. But for those 5 minutes it was truly a colorful and wonderful sweet experiences.
**Perhaps if you are overwhelmed by your very dry-humor oriented British dystopia, take a look at a trash can outside the Mayflower pub. My large lollipop of utopian joy may still be there, and it will be the splash of color to set you free.**
In the months I was there for we never went back to this location ever again. Didn't even suggest it. We just didn't give a shit. Too busy studying, partying, fucking people we would never see again, and enjoying the fine British cuisine of beans on fries. Sometimes, I wonder if it actually happened. If those two probably gay English men in matching red overalls are looking up at the same gray clouds that I am.
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