Snacking is something I do a great deal. I love crisps (chips, to Americans), and I'll go through phases of nuts or olives. Cheetos are a gift sent from the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and chocolate, well, it's never too far away. I'm currently quaffing my way through a valentine's box of finest choccies from Kircaldie & Stains, the Wellington equivalent of a very, very small and much less