I have always been a huge fan of Werther’s Original. Like enjoying Midsummer Murders, Diagnosis Murder (legendary Dick Van Dyke) or showering while singing the Sade, it’s nothing to really be proud about if you are under sixty years of age. I don’t even know why I like them so much, but I think it has a lot to do with the advert where the Grandad gives his Grandson a Werther’s and the Grandson’s eyes light up. That was the feeling I got when I had my first Werther’s. It’s something to treasure in this world of progressive technology, chemical skin peels, and Alan Titchmarsh dominated TV.

But wait a second. Something awful and unexpected to Werther’s. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Read on with caution, for this is a shocking tale that you will not want to read twice.

I walked to the shop last week and purchased a pack of old favourite for old times sake. On the way home I did something I don’t normally do: I opened the packet and took one out and shoved it straight in my mouth (something usually not done until comfortable in my special Werther’s worshipping armchair).

A rush of chocolate hit me. Chocolate! And what had happened to my teeth? They had severed the sweet, and something was very wrong. Everyone knows that a Werther’s takes at least several minutes to break into. But this happened FAST. It was the same feeling you might get when trying to hold an egg between your teeth when drunk and pass it to someone else, and then it cracking, its rotten inners swilling out.

That was when I looked at the packet. Werther’s had done the unthinkable. They had made a softer sweet, and made it chocolate. I had bought the wrong packet, and duly paid the price!

I will never be the same again–