This one time, I was having a bag of Monster Munch. Not the new, almost Monster Munch, they have now. That awful, new fangled, Monster Munch Lite. No. This was proper old-school Monster Munch. The kind that might bite you back.
You knew you were eating a crisp when you were eating the old Monster Munch. And they were as tasty as ever.
I finished the snacky goodness and had licked my fingers clean and I was straightening out the bag and giving it a jiggle so I could pour the crumbs into my mouth. But there was something else in the bag.
I looked inside the bag and there, tucked into the corner was a nugget.
A nugget of pure beef flavour.
A nugget as big as my thumbnail of purest, old-school, Monster Munch beef flavour.
It was the greatest day of my life.