I grew up in the UK - so my cereal experience was waaaay less varied. Outside of maybe Frosted Flakes (They were called Frosties in England) every cereal felt like some sort of Victorian punishment in the early 80's. It was like British scientists were working purposefully to remove any idea of fun and flavour from breakfast.
I remember seeing the Weetabix commercial with the breakdaning Weetabix when I was really young and thinking "Those have to be fire - no-one's getting bars off and moonwalking for a shytty cereal, the way Dunk and them man are giving it up
"
Goddamn was I wrong.
shyt was like soaked cardboard. And if you don't get to the milk before the Weetabix absorbs it all, God bless
Like that shyt had to have been the same gruel that Oliver Twist was being fed. And he was down so bad he asked for more.
To this day - anytime I see the
- it reminds me of being
as fukk, at the kitchen counter at my parents' house, eating Thatcher era Weetabix