So many of my fond memories of the 1980s revolve around the sights, the sounds and the fashions.
However, a recent party for my daughters got me thinking about the foods and snacks I enjoyed (or endured) during my formative years.
They seem to fall into one of three categories: a) They have become classics; b) They have been brought back due to popular demand; or c) They have vanished without a trace.
Top of my ‘gone-but-not-forgotten’ list has to be Burton’s Daily Fish ‘n’ Chips – a bizarre snack with an indescribable taste which was nevertheless strangely more-ish.
Shaped like fish or chips, they came in packets which were meant to resemble newspaper. Clever, eh?
The product was discontinued in the early-Nineties but now has something of a cult following due to its popularity with people like me who were at school at the same time as Zammo Maguire.
Sadly, Burtons has said it has no intention of producing Fish ‘n’ Chips again – presumably because no-one could decide whether they were biscuits or crisps.
Which means they join another of my old favourites which is consigned to the great snacks graveyard.
Pacers were plain white coloured chewy spearmint flavoured sweets, launched as a sister product to Opal Fruits (now called Starbursts) which eventually included three green stripes.
Tragically, this brand was discontinued in the late Eighties despite the fact that, at one point, Scottish football giants Celtic were nicknamed ‘The Pacers’ because of the similarity of their kit to the sweets.
One brand that I wish had gone the way of Pacers and Burton’s Fish ‘n’ Chips is Hubba Bubba.
Launched in the U.S. in 1979, the unique selling point of this product appeared to be that it was less sticky than other bubblegums.
Not an avid bubble-blower, yours truly was more concerned with the fact that it seemed to lose any taste it had within about 10 seconds of you chewing it and thus I haven’t bought any since 1983.
Another Eighties snack phenomenon which I could have lived without was Slush Puppies.
Marketed as a ‘slush’ beverage, the machines which dispensed this stuff suddenly popped up at petrol stations, cafés and amusement arcades.
Won over by the novelty and cute dog-in-a-bobble-hat logo, my brother and I pestered our mum for a Slush Puppie on the sea front at Rhyl and eventually wore her down.
I guess we should have realised that no fruit on the planet comes in a radioactive blue colour. Suffice to say we didn’t ask for a second helping.
Other foods which are inextricably linked to the Eighties and have survived to this day despite their inherent naffness include Pot Noodle.
Even though it comes in a plethora of flavours, I reckon that nothing which looks like it was preserved under ash at Pompeii and relies on a sachet of tomato ketchup or soy sauce to perk it up can be good for your digestive system.
By the same token, during my late teens I remember a girlfriend’s mum treating me to McCain micro chips and micro pizzas for weeks on end.
I hadn’t the heart to tell her that pizzas weren’t supposed to be soggy and that the chips were meant to taste of something.
But not all Eighties snacks were lost on me. Indeed, I should say that it was Monster Munch that got me started down this route.
A baked corn snack in the shape of a monster’s paw, with four fingers and a hole in the hand, it was actually launched by Smiths in 1978 but only really became popular in the early to mid-Eighties.
As smelly, ridiculous-looking and strangely addictive as they ever were, Monster Munch are a genuine UK snack classic and still a surefire hit with kids. Or were at last week’s party at our house.
Then there’s Diet Coke. Launched in 1982, it has since given weight-watchers like myself lots of excuses to eat badly and justify this in our heads because our drink only contains one calorie.
Let’s also not forget the chocolate bar which screams 80s like a Betamax tape and which is enjoying something of a resurgence.
Introduced across the UK in 1983, the Wispa bar was discontinued 20 years later but resurrected in 2007 thanks to an internet campaign.
Finally, we come to another treat which has stood the test of time but is arguably more famous for the TV advertisements and little musical ditties than the product itself.
I am, of course, referring to frozen ice cream Cornetto.
Apparently, the words to THAT song should be: ‘Just one Cornetto, give it to me, delicious ice-cream, of Italy, vanilla and choco dream, Give me a Cornetto, from Wall’s ice cream.’
But, if you’re like me, you’ll remember the playground version of this song which involved the words ‘you must be joking – they’re 40p’.
Blimey. 40p. Now I am showing my age.
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