Ah the Viennetta. Remember a time back in the mid 80s when we'd sneaked some of a mate's Dad's whisky. The lad in question, being slightly drunk, liberated a Viennetta from the freezer, walked downstairs, stood at the bus stop a few doors down and when the bus pulled up and opened it's doors just slammed himself in the face with it and walked away leaving a very confused bus driver and passengers.
Funny. There was a time in the 80s I remember Viennetta was like the equivalent of After Eights for adults when guests were over in the evenings. I remember one time that was the only time I got a few slices my mother would give me. It wasn't until the 90s I got to try the mint version. It was like a whole new world.
"As a child, I would ask my parents to buy this, only to be denied every time. It was "too expensive" for our lower income household. If this came back now, us nostalgic millennials would snatch it up in a heartbeat."