I've never been a fan of Marmite, and apparently you love it or hate it. One of my house-mates likes to eat it by the bucket-load, whereas even the smell normally puts me off. Goey, black, greasy mess which people use to destroy a perfectly good sandwich.

But I like to think that I can eat nearly any food, so when a friend looked aghast at my dislike of it, I decided to overcome my aversion.

One purchase of a pot of marmite and two sandwiches later (with some ham and cheese to soak up the taste), I haven't died, or thrown up, and while the taste isn't great, I've had worse. I'll try some more tomorrow, and by the end of the jar, maybe I'll even have developed a taste for it.