My girlfriend, Sarah, greeted me with the news that she had discovered a new fantastic drink called Passion Pop.
“Everyone who’s anyone is drinking it,” she announced, “it’s the next big party drink.”
So wanting always to appear hip-hop and hearty I tried it and spat it out.
“It’s awful,” I said, “it tastes like lolly water, all that sugar can’t be good for us.”
“You are such a wuzz,” she replied, pouring herself another glass.
Needless to say, Passion Pop had a short-lived existence on the social drinking agenda. I was happy to pour it down the sink.