Today I learnt that the raspberry and white chocolate muffin currently retailing in Waitrose stores has a pouch of raspberry puree hidden within its stump. I have to admit it was not the most pleasant discovery I've made this year. Expecting another mouthful of pillow-soft, subtly fruitful sponge, my senses were ambushed by a burst of sticky, sour red goo, as the muffin emptied the potent contents of its pouch directly into my unsuspecting windpipe. If you think that sounded gay, grow up for god's sake, I'm talking muffins here, it's a serious business.
I had suspected that the muffin was not all it seemed from its doughy brethren on the shelf, which promised dark chocolate with a smooth forest fruit centre. No thank you, I thought to myself, and opted for its lighter, more ambiguous cousin. So I guess you could say I didn't learn anything. Luckily, I have another very interesting fact gleaned from a friend, who I would thank if I'd ever remembered to tell them about this blog:
The Moon is bigger than Pluto.
Pluto is no longer classified as a planet, due to it's diminutive stature, but it will always be a planet to me - it was in all the books when I was a kid, so there. These young hipsters with their eight-planet solar systems - well I remember the good old days, when we made lonely asteroids a part of the planetary gang. Sorry, I appear to have lapsed into astronomy jokes. This site is running an in-no-way horrendously spoddy campaign to reinstate Pluto as a planet. Look, we'd all like everything to be how it was in the Nineties, but what's done is done. I like the picture.
The Moon, complete with resident Man, is about 5 times bigger than Pluto. To give you a scaled-down representation, if the Moon is the muffin, then Pluto is the pustule of lukewarm jam contained therein. I'm really not happy about that muffin...
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