Two monsters a-munching

Are you having a giraffe?......All for a packet of Monster Munch?

Apparently so.

In disbelief, I read that two armed robbers (one with an axe and one with a hammer) plundered a Greater Manchester newsagent of nothing more than a single bag of the paw-shaped baked corn snacks.

Brainless.

Crisps are great though, eh. Always been my weak spot of the junk food realm, so they have. What a culinary coup it would be if someone discovered they were good for us. (I wonder if Henry McLeish is at a loose end - he could maybe do another one of his reviews)

Prior to my days of literacy, I was absolutely oblivious to the delights my older brother was receiving when he asked my Mum for some "C - R - I - S - P - S".

You see, I would have known if he'd said the word, but spelling it out completely foxed me. After his request was granted, I assume the rascal must've taken them to a different room for eating - all the while I was probably sat watching Brum.

Alas, it wasn't long until I became old enough to be permitted crisps on a semi-regular basis and the Hula Hoop haven that was my Gran & Grandpa's house became a frequent watering hole. Yes, I took great delight in placing a beef hoop round each finger before picking them off one by one.

Since then, I've never really looked back.

So, I'd be thrilled to hear is what kind of crisps you would pull out all the stops to get hold of (although perhaps not as outrageously as the duo mentioned earlier).

You can hit me with your favourites, top three types/flavours or just a good old crisp anecdote.

I'm open.....