As a child I used to dream of visiting Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. I read the book. I saw the film. Repeatedly. I would sit and plan who I would take with me, the fantastical rooms I would visit, how much I would eat and what I would do with a never ending gobstopper. The strangest thing was that until the age of sixteen I didn’t even like chocolate and I had never tried a gobstopper as my mum had a mortal fear that one might jar between my front teeth.
