Aaah, the Eighties. Care Bears, Dire Straits, Police Academy movies and Um Bongo. Not to mention the swathe of gadgets that came our way to make life easier. From Sinclair C5s to Soda Streams to Squirty Cream, the consumer only had to press a couple of buttons and everything was done for him or her. Leading the way in these inventions was the microwave oven, which, along with Bangles singer Susanna Hoffs, answered every single man’s fantasy.
Then came the Nineties, with its Ninja Turtles, Spice Girls, Quentin Tarantino movies and Hooch. The labour-saving devices all but disappeared, and microwave users became sneered at as everyone tried to emulate the Ainsleys, Nigellas and Jamies of this world.
So the Diary was delighted when it was sent an innovative new product – Shannon’s microwaveable Irish coffee. The Diary, you see, is basically a lazy Eighties throwback, and just can’t be bothered to pour its whiskey into its coffee. It much prefers the delights of KFC to struggling with a Naked Chef recipe book in a vain attempt to impress some unfortunate dinner party guest.
So well done to manufacturers, Saint Brendan’s Irish Cream Liqueur Co. Now, if they can just get T’Pau to reform…