We have a blind gentleman in our village. I buy these once a week, keep them outside for a few days to get warm. Once they smell like Nora Thirds gusset I deliver them round as a 'scratch & sniff' cunny mag for him. I tell him it is a gift from St Dunstans and is a bit of Franky Vaughan from Cheryl Cole(y). He makes a right Cod of himself knocking one out at his day centre. He got a right Battering from Matron as she said is was the wrong Plaice to be choking his Conger Eel in the day room.