TYRRELL’S MATURE CHEDDAR CHEESE & CHIVE CRISPS

My favourite thing about people from England (aside from how easily they get sunburnt in Australia) is that they call chips ‘crisps’. The word adds a bit of elegance to the rather undignified act of shovelling hardened potato into one’s gob. This bag of chips features a monochrome photo of three earnest-looking old women staring into your soul, so I was already won over before I’d even cracked open the pack. And once

I did… dear reader, it was a magical experience. You know how every packet of chippies has one or two special chips that are extra crunchy, extra oily, folded-over special guys? This entire packet was full of those primo angels. Every dip into the bag was akin to a trip to heaven (probably) – right down to the very last morsel, I was not disappointed. What a treat! All hail Tyrrell’s! Long live the Queen, and her crisps. DF