The Plainclothes Clown

My memory of Walnut Whips counts as one of the earliest childhood memories I have, with the taste of Toblerones a close second, and a memory of a particularly vivid shade of red bottle glass (from a bottle of Avon's White Fire perfume - a scent they no longer make, and which was once sold in a distinctive long - necked red glass bottle with a bulbous base and a fluted surface).