I bought them two weeks ago and I’m frankly appalled: the huge tub is half gone. Maybe I should lock my drawer at work? Or maybe I should seek professional help for an addiction which I cannot admit to.

In this society where people gamble habitually, spend all of their money on drugs to shoot themselves into oblivion and smoke until their fingers turn brown, I’m not sure that I could ever bear the public shame of being exposed as an addict. That is why I turn to you, my faithful Blog. My one true friend in adversity.

No one who slipped down this dark and murky path ever came to anything other than a sticky end. And quite frankly that thought scares me. I lie awake at night, shivering in a cold sweat, thinking about what happened to poor Jack getting his brains beaten out of him by the Beanstalk giant while in search of his next fix.

Several weeks ago, I remember when I first bit into one of those juicy beans I was catapulted hapilly back to my childhood by the flavour of ripe pears and remember thinking – “These are brilliant!”

But that’s how everyone starts. Before you know it, you’ve moved onto the hard stuff. Spicy cinnamon and cappuccino, down and down. Before you know it, you’ve gone too far….

The people who make these things are sick.