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Thwaites’s father, who was a doctor, had said that they were made from rats’ blood.
Hiarious account that sheds light on his fascination for sweets and repulsive accounts of food.
‘My father says Tonsil Ticklers were invented for dangerous prisoners in jail,’ he said. ‘They give them one with each meal and the chloroform makes them sleepy and stops them rioting.’ ‘Yes,’ we said, ‘but why sell them to children?’ ‘It’s a plot,’ Thwaites said. ‘A grown-up plot to keep us quiet.’
Her name was Mrs Pratchett. She was a small skinny old hag with a moustache on her upper lip and a mouth as sour as a green gooseberry.
And there comes the dislike for old people.
gjetost,
Who would've guessed this to be a type of cheese? It sounds much more sinister.
Did they preach one thing and practise another, these men of God?
