Wrigleys Extra Thin Ice

I was just about to purchase a pack of my regular chewing gum Wrigley's Extra (Blue) as today my mouth feels like a camels flip-flop. I?ve (almost, nearly, completely) given up smoking a couple of weeks ago I've been chewing like a cow in a field of particularly tasty clover ever since. Frankly the last thing my little jaws could do with is more gum. But I'm lost without my ciggies and if I eat much more I'll be resigned to working from home wearing a muumuu (pronounced moo moo) and a fat-man hat* My mouth does so horrid and I really want chewing gum. Actually, that's a bit of a lie, what I really REALLY want is a cigarette, but can't ...  Read the complete review

All of my friends were talking about the new 'type of chewing gum that you didn't have to chew', so looking like a ninny, I went into my local newsagents and was about to ask them for the 'chewing gum that you didn't have to chew'. Luckily, in my favour, there was a box of 'Extra Thin Ice' on the counter, so I picked up a packet. I couldn't believe the size of it, or the lack of it. It was no bigger than the size of the joint in the middle of my thumb to the tip of my thumb! Normally chewing gum costs between twenty nine to thirty two pence where I purchase it from, and even cheaper if you buy it in the multi-packs for ...  Read the complete review

I spent 80 pence on a tiny little plastic case full of little strips of nothing. Some would call me willing to try new things, innovative, some might call me weird, some might call me damn right stupid, and deserved that title would be, especially when you try one of these things and find out the truth about just how not on the likeable side of things they are! Try to imagine will you, me, holding one of these weightless little blue ‘things’ and on examination, dropping it, easily done believe me. I pop it into my mouth, stick it on my tongue, not to bad….that is until it turns to glue in your mouth and sticks to the roof of your mouth, your ...  Read the complete review

I remember my first time. It was on holiday on one of the Spanish islands. I was 14 years old, and one of the boys I was with said he’d give me some. I was a well brought up girlie at a posh little school, and well brought up girlies at posh little schools hadn’t usually tried it at this age. Less well brought up children at less posh schools, well they’re a different matter. The boy in question had been having it for ages though, and not wanting to stick out as the private school brat in the bunch, I lied and said I had too. I am, of course, talking about chewing gum. Nothing ruder, honest guv’nor. I had never, until that summer, had any ...  Read the complete review

I'm a smoker, there I've admitted it and this means one thing. No, its not the fact that my fingers are yellow, nor the fact that I'm constantly poor, nor the fact that it annoys other people. Not even the fact that I annoy my colleagues by popping out for unofficial fag breaks! Its the fact that I smell, well bits of me smell. Mainly my hands, hair and breath. Hands and hair are easily enough sorted but unfortunately a good blast of Calvin Klein cant do much about whiffy tonsils! And of course having pleasant breath is rather nice for the people I come into contact with. I don't like chewing gum though, so I'm always searching for something to ...  Read the complete review