Heaven ain't just a nightclub in London

My lunch today: copious amounts of Diet Coke, sucked through multiple red twizzler straws. For those of you not familiar with this practice:

1. import a healthy (sic) supply of red twizzlers from Canada
2. take a twizzler. know it. love it. envision it as your straw.
3. bite off each end.
4. insert in Diet Coke.
5. suck to your heart’s content. make note to self that it tastes much like cherry-flavoured Coke.
6. let your twizzler straw sit for a while. watch it get soft (and a bit discoloured, to a scary white-ish hue) after being bombarded by the mélange of chemicals that compose the nectar of the gods we know and love as Diet Coke.
7. eat the now-softened and battered twizzler. lick lips and think, “How does it get any better than this?”
8. repeat until supply of twizzler straws is depleted.

Now this is heaven! It truly is the wee things in life...