I began feeding things to Snaggletooth back in June, shortly after making a Lemmy shrine. Today I’ve reached the 100th thing fed to him. It was some mead from Slovakia.

With Christmas approaching it’s likely that Snaggletooth will be eating a lot of party food. He’s already started on the Quality Street. I will soon reach the 100th thing fed to Snaggletooth. His appetite remains undiminished, much like my appetite for listening to Motörhead .

I’ve been to Texas and bought jelly beans. Snaggletooth thought they were very tasty. It’s a long way to go back to get another pack but I’d like to. I am still the only person on Twitter using the hashtag #feedingthingstosnaggletooth and I’m still not bored of it.

Snaggletooth fondly remembers the old Ready Brek adverts in which children appeared to become sort of radioactive through the power of oats. He’s hoping to gain a similar glow himself. He’s also eaten an Eccles cake, some fromage frais (after I reassured him it wasn’t strawberry flavour cheese) and an M&S millionaire’s dessert this week.

Snaggletooth has been mostly eating chocolate and drinking coffee this week. He thinks the Halloween ghost looks a bit like a sperm.

I’m still the only person on Twitter using #feedingthingstosnaggletooth but I won’t let that stop me. This isn’t even my weirdest hobby. Snaggletooth has been eating Halloween treats and exotic raspberry flavour jaffa cakes recently. He likes living in cosmopolitan Oxford where lots of foodstuffs are available.

Snaggletooth decided to spend all his money on sweets and chocolate this week. He’s hoping they start making a Jack Daniels flavour jelly bean.

Recently Snaggletooth has been eating fizzy sweets, yogurt, cinnamon pastries and tomato soup. He’s blessed with a strong constitution (an iron stomach?) and he eats somewhat indiscriminately, like a goat.

Snaggletooth has enjoyed two Swedish chocolate bars this week; the pleasantly named Puss (which means kiss) and the less pleasantly named Plopp (I’m afraid I can’t tell you what this means in Swedish. I tried to find out using Google Translate and “Plopp” in Swedish was translated as “Plop” in English, but I find it hard to believe that anyone really picked Plopp as the name for their chocolate bar with a caramel filling. Perhaps it’s an onomatopoeic name, the caramel might make a plopping sound as it falls upon its chocolatey base).

Snaggletooth also ate a couple of traditional English goodies; he nibbled a chocolate French fancy (stalwart of all old ladies’ Sunday tea time spreads) and a Club biscuit, in the exciting honeycomb flavour (in the olden days there were just fruit, mint and orange flavour). Snaggletooth was delighted to see that the Club still has a silver foil wrapping with a paper sheath* covering.

*Yes, sheath is a rather amusing word that doesn’t get enough usage. Why not try and use it in conversation today?

Snaggletooth has nibbled a pork pie this week, and a hot dog, some smoked salmon (classy!) and a blueberry muffin.

The pie reminded him of this rather wonderful poem by Dr John Cooper Clarke: