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Yesterday, I was trying to make my bait out of things I found in the fridge. In the fridge I'd found tortillas, cream cheese and salad. Hey, that's cream cheese and salad wraps!

( How wrong could that go... )

Irrelevantly, thank you to everyone who had artichoke suggestions the other day. Unfortunately when I got home I discovered that the artichokes, despite having been out the ground only a few days, had gone very squashy, and were grey and fluffy at the edges. I elected not to eat them, so can't answer the are-the-skins-edible question I'd been tasked to investigate.

It being a little chilly in our office at present, I've taken to having a mug of instant soup with my lunchtime sarnies. I get the packet out of the box in the drawer, and trot down the kitchen to the hot-water dispenser. As I go, I sing to myself... Nobody makes... soup in a cup... like Bachelors' Cup-a-Soup. Every bloody day.

That hasn't been their advertising slogan for a number of years. And it's not even Bachelors' anyway, it's some cheap knock-off called Soup in a Mug. Yet still I can't so much as look at the things without bursting into song.

Anyone else find themselves cartwheeling into advertland each time they see a particular product ?