i dont often eat crisps. i like the odd packet, but i find if i have them to hand, or even anywhere in the house they disappear at the speed of a thief disturbed by a rather large dribbling dog. in the summer last year i was eating a very run of the mill packet of walkers, the flavour is irrelevant, and they were advertising for a new campaign were we, the british public could design our own flavours and packaging with the winning few being made and sold on the high streets, in the vending machines and on the hospital wards across the country. now, the flavours are a vast array of thoughts i had at the time, and i do wish i'd have entered, my flavours would be a damn sight more logical, reasonable and pallete-able anyway. for instance, fish and chips, staple english friday evening food. in a crisp im sure it would be horrid, but an impulse buy horridness non the less. who would buy something like this in the form of a crisp? i can only imagine it tasting like fragrant sick on your tongue. another one, which i must admit i did think about is onion bhaji ...