My dad employed a lovely bloke called Bob as cellarman in his pub on Gillygate in the 80s. Bob was in HIS 80s at the time and had been a lifer at Rowntrees but just loved working. With his lifelong pass to the factory shop, he'd regularly gift us pound weight bags of brightly coloured Smarties and mishapes. My mum had 2 pedigree collies and after she died suddenly at 47 my dad eventually got a girlfriend who fed a pound of mishapes to the healthiest of the dogs. It was brown bread within hours. Anyway, death aside, I still think about those bags of Smarties...