Harry Hill once dismissed them as ‘the poor, anaemic, albino cousin of the bourbon biscuit’. But it seems that the goofy comic vastly overlooked the appeal of these biccies – even if they’re so chintzy-looking you’d think they were designed to reside in a 1970s grandma’s living room. ‘It’s not just the taste! I love the pattern too!’ exclaimed one of our testers. ‘I had to stop buying multi-packs of these, because I’d eat the whole thing myself’ confessed one particularly hardcore addict. Although, frankly, we had to stop reading the comments when people started going on about their favourite way to eat them. ‘I gently pull the flaps apart and then lick out the mi…’ Okay, okay, we get it!