The Best Candyfloss in Town, they'd called it. North Frottageshire Seaside Awards 1983. So long ago, now. No awards for Mr. Bob since then ...they'd all gone, stolen by pretenders to his crown.
He'd packed in the old candyfloss game for a while - no point with tourism the way it was. But now, by God he'd teach the judges a lesson.
He took the bottle from the shelf, brushing the dust off the embossed label that read: 'CYANIDE'.
A little of what you fancy does you good he mused, as he trickled some into the candyfloss mixture.
Then he laughed.