When we took school trips to France back in the '60s, the main source of amusement (apart from the French themselves, of course) was the ubiquitous presence of the fizzy drink, Pschitt. It was made by Perrier, and the name was meant to sound like the noise made when you unscrewed the top. Foreign food companies have recently made further giant strides in keeping the Anglosphere amused, as you can discover by visiting this article on BuzzFeed. Here are a few more of my favourites:
If you're ever passing the Scandinavian Kitchen delicatessen at 61 Great Titchfield Street, W1 (just around the corner from the BBC), there are a number of alarmingly-named stocking-filler foodstuffs available from a basket next to the till, of which my favourite is this truly revolting salty liquorice confection:
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