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There is an advert on telly right now where a lady has strange food hallucinations. The cushions next to her on the settee turn into big slices of sponge cake and the rug becomes a large puddle of chocolate in which she starts to sink in the manner of someone drowning in quicksand. As a portent against bad interior design the patterns on her wallpaper turn into a flock of Iced Rings which fly across the room, just missing her head. You would have thought she would be well advised to find out who has been spiking her hot chocolate with mescaline. But no, it appears that she merely needs to eat a small portion of a specific type of chicken korma ready meal to banish these disturbing visions. I would probably stay clear of cheese at bedtime as well, just to be on the safe side.
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