It was a pitiful scene as Scoobychick was escorted out of the confectionery aisle of Tesco by the burly security guard. There was chocolate all over the floor, mixed in with Haribo Star Mix and Tangfastics down the length of the aisle. Her pale sweaty face and wild eyes showed that she had clearly OD on the potent sugar and chocolate mix.

Bob.T stood waiting at the front of the store, the ST waiting engine running. (a rather nice burble from his after market exhaust, rather reminiscent of the 80's audi rally cars, anyway i digress )

"This is the last time," said the security guard, "next time we are going to call the police"

"I know, I know, I'll get her sorted" muttered Bob.T

Bob.T looked grimly at Scoobychick before bundling her into the passenger seat and after fastening the seat belt round her, carefully shut the door, after all no need to slam his beloved car door shut after his careful detailing work .

Bob.T ran round the car all the while keeping his eyes on the sugar junky in the passenger seat, just in case she made a dash for the concession stands next to the tills.

"this is it Scoobychick, no more dietitians, no more self help i'm going to get you clean the old fashioned way", with that BOB.T floored the loud peddle and headed off home in a hurry, thankful that he had programmed the ecu to RACE+ (thats 270bhp from a simple download)with his rather nifty hand held Dream Science unit (stocked a some good garages as well as some bad ones ).

On arriving at home he led Scoobychick into the house, for once not having to wade through a couple of inches of water in the kitchen and up to the bedroom (steady on it's not what you're thinking, especially not you Swiss )

"this is going to be for your own good you know" Bob.T said tenderly as he helped Scoobychick into bed, "we'll get you off the dirty sugar, you'll be fine honest"

With that he leaves the room, locks the door and hardens his heart (i've told him those cholesterol filled burgers would do that) to what the next 24 hours will bring.

At this point Scoobychick was in junkie limbo, too wired too sleep, too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. A need and a craving like she had never known was about to grip her.

Downstairs Bob.T was knocking himself up a quick bacon sarnie (red or brown sauce the eternal question??) before settling down for a night in front of Dave.

A couple of hours later he checks in on Scoobychick taking up a veggie sausage sarnie and a quality cup of coffee, minus chocolate sprinkles.

"I don't want it Bob.T," mutters Scoobychick as she wrestles with the quilt

"Well i'll just leave it here" says Bob.T placing the tray on the bedside table

"Bob.T I appreciate what ya doing man i really do man, but come on this is daft, Come on man i need a hit". cries Scoobychick,

"No this time your getting clean, no more sugar, no more chocolate, we're going to beat this together" replies Bob.T

"Ahh come on man, just one more SCORE, just one more chocolate button, I NEED ONE MORE FECKIN HIT, even a pishing chocolate orange Alpen Bar, would do, COME FECKIN ON", screams Scoobychick

With that Bob.T closes and locks the door leaving her to the sugar come down nightmares.

 

You nobber

I may just have happened to mention to Rob that I had a slight chocolate and Haribo craving this evening...

 

WHICH I STILL HAVE!!!!!!!!!!

 

It's wicked to mock the afflicted.

 

I know but i needed to pass the time whilst the toon were trying to boring me to sleep, I've searched everywhere for a rugby game to watch but no luck .

 

The Devil makes work for idle hands!

 

Thread of the week

 

I wouldn't know about such things Einstein old fruit, . Just pondering whether to do round 2 after seeing spurs score .

 

 

Titter ye not.

 

Absolutely bloody brilliant thread mate

But I see a flaw to the long suffering Bob's plan. He should have confiscated the laptop as well because you know she is upstairs ordering hershey bars online

 

Very good Rob, that`s being the highlight of my evening

 

Sssh...

 

mmmm..... chocolate.....

Bulk, Warner Hudson Products from 1 Stop Sweets. Bulk Sweets & Bulk Chocolate.

1Kg of Belgain choccies.....

 

That's just mean

 

your point?

 

Is that I am sitting here desperate for some chocolate and you are making it worse by posting links to boxes of the stuff

Still, there must be a 24 hour garage somewhere around here...

 

We've still boxes and boxes of the damn stuff... Belgian, thorntons, bleeding loads - Lisa's students KEEP giving her chocolates and it all goes to waste.

We chucked a load out a few weeks back.





I'm not helping am I?

 

I'm on my way.....

 

And with that Scoobychick descends into her sugar crazed dreams.

As she tosses and turns underneath the quilt, her mind conjures up the image of SwissTony in the bed with her.

"well this is a good feckin laugh isn't", announces SwissTony," you'd best sweat that ****e out o your system, coz if i come back and it's still here, i'm going too..........feckin wash it out using a snow lance, the 2 bucket technique maybe some mineral water shipped in from the alps, then gently dry with a waffle towel and lightly buff using the latest in, car polishing products"

As quickly as the vision appeared it's gone leaving her desperately rolling in the bed, sweat pouring off her as the visions take a grip,

She looks around wildly, slowly moving across the ceiling is a half eaten chocolate fudge cake, this vision quickly shifts to the TV. On it Dale Winton is asking BOB.T,

"SOOOO BOB.T Diabetes mellitus can be characterized by what symptoms??"

" Diabetes Mellitus is characterized by high blood sugar (glucose) levels, that result from defects in insulin secretion, or action, or both" answers BOB.T confidently,

Again the sugar with drawl wracks her body making her writhe on the bed gripping her ears, her new fabulous hair cut a right state i can tell you .

Then she hears a voice it sounds familiar, Geordie and female, she can hear 84of300 saying,

"i can't say i wasn't blameless, i mean i thought she could handle the Dairy Milk and the occasional Werthers Original, but she had to try more, the fudge cakes, the GU puds that BOB.T bought for himself, (you noticed that last one is gone yet BOB.T???? ) but there is a time in your life that you have to put that all behind you and just say NO ."

The "just say NO" reverberates around her head like some bell clanging in a church steeple, calling a congregation long since gone after the Muppets room had been disbanded .

A barrage of images assault her feverish mind, first Chaos sat on top of the wardrobe in the corner complete with stripey prison pj's and a set of manacles between his ankles.

Then back to our lovely Dale on the TV (ably played tonight Chocolate_O_Brian after a rather shocking amount of sunbeds )

"what percentage of all diagnosed diabetes cases in the US does type 1 diabetes account for, and for a special prize, what are it's symptoms??"

before BOB.T can answer a shambling shell of a women slides into view, Oldsplice looks wrecked after another night on the sugar.

Then in her head she can hear BOB.T answer, "Type 1 diabetes accounts for about 23 percent of all diagnosed cases of diabetes in the US, Symptoms include increased thirst, unrination, constant hunger, weight loss, blurred vision, and extreme tiredness. If not diagnosed and treated with insulin a person can lapse into a life threating coma

"better than sex Scoobychick, better than sex, the ultimate hit, I'm a feckin adult i can find out myself, well i'm feckin finding out" snarls OldSplice

Then the half eaten chocolate fudgecake is back, sliding along the ceiling towards her, she is apoplectic ripping and tearing the bed sheets, screaming the house down,

"it wasn't feckin me man, it wasn't fecking me",

but it was fecking her that stole that wee bairns chocolate fudge cake from her birthday party Leaving her with out cake and candles, whilst Scoobychick only ate half of it before, ram raiding a shell station for Haribo.


The cake gets ever closer before turning on it's plate and falling from the ceiling. Crashing soggily onto the bed. (that'll stain you know )

Soon the nightmares pass, and Scoobychick wakes to find BOB.T sat at the end of the bed pie in hand (ginsters i believe, though there are other brands available, i prefer a homemade one myself which might explain a few things )

"welcome back Scoobychick, you feeling better?" and before she can answer,
" Good, anyway my tea needs making, i couldn't get the washing machine to work so theres a pile of laundry to do, come on crack on, you've been lazing in bed all bleedin day"

The end

any relation to some scottish film is purely incidental, Ahem

 

The reality is that I'm not actually far from that scene now

 

Deary me,

 

I can vouch for these, especially the dark ones

Leonidas Belgian Chocolates

 

Great thread

 

I feel as though I'm loosing my wife to her addiction and don't know what to do!!

PS Who is this Bob character, Sal. Are you having an affair?!?!

 

And I thought I was wierd...

 

What gave you the impression you're not

 

That's a valid point....

I'm probably as wierd as everyother saddo who posts on Scoobynet

 

I've just got in after a night shift. I found my last GU pud, empty, strewn over the kitchen table, now I've read this I'm too scared to venture upstairs!

 

Very Good!!!!!!!! P.S. Sal I'll throw some through the window hun, just listen for the sound of A Scoob(not a Ford)!!!!!!
Colin