Tizer is a serious subject in uk. It brings back memories of long hot summer breaks when I was 7 or 8. It was a special treat that we got (but not on days that we went home covered in tar from the roads. We used to collect the semi molten stuff and see who could get the biggest ball of it. It usually got all over our clothes, and hands, and everywhere, (we'd even walk it into the carpets). We had to desolve the tar off our hands with margerine. If that doesn't start a load of tales of "when I were a lad" then I'll go to the foot of our stairs