Aha! A while back, I apologised to anyone I may have misled over the origins of the Walls Twister ice cream, explaining that I had always maintained that it had been devised by a girl on a Jim'll Fix It jolly. Guess what? I was right! I'm not mental! It was devised by some girl! While I'm obviously happy that my state of mind has been temporarily shored up once again, I can't help but feel sorry for the Twister's (presumably fully grown) creator, who probobly isn't receiving anything for handing Walls the delicious profit laden coding her brain so cruely generated. That she provided an incredible iced-service for mankind can only be of cold (ho!) comfort.
I aware that none of this constitutes having achieved something, by the way.
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