Well bugger me sideways with a bent banana or perhaps a dirty fish-hook, M Musket, if that post of yours, specifically the bit about Baby Bels, didn't send a shudder down me spine. Why, only yesterday, when I was oop north in Radcliffe, and for the first bloody time in my whole life,, I consumed a Baby Bel. I had to be persuaded that the red coating was not actual cheese and needed to be removed, before recognising that the "edible" substance within was also not cheese, at least not as one generally knows it in the accepted sense of the word. I can say with certainty that no Baby Bel shall ever pass my lips ever again. Actually, I suppose I could try eating the red wax. You'll not be dangling yer Bels off of my Christmas tree, pal!