Wise folk often bang on about how the greatest battles we face are those with ourselves. As we reach the mid-tournament point in the World Cup of Crisps, this rings particularly true.
Of those crisps that have made it through to the latter stages of the tournament, there are two distinct genres of snack. These genres do not solely exist externally, but also at the very core of crisp fans’ souls.
Genre One is the childhood favourite which we refuse to let go; the crisps hardwired to memories of tuck shop sojourns and covert detours to the newsagent on the way home from school, armed with pockets of copper acquired through any means necessary. These are terrible, joyful, formative times which dig deep.
As a result, Skips are still going very strong; so too Wotsits, Quavers, the original 10p classic Space Raiders pickled onion and two flavours of Monster Munch (including pickled onion). There is a 100% really real possibility that a pickled onion flavour crisp could take this whole thing.
Genre Two is the statement crisp, that statement specifically being I AM A MATURE, COMPLEX HUMAN BEING WITH REFINED TASTES, AND AM THUS DUE RESPECT (I ALSO PUT CRISPS IN BOWLS FROM TIME TO TIME). We’re talking Kettle Chips – lightly salted and sea salt and black pepper are both in the mix – Sensations Thai sweet chili and Co-op sea salt and chardonnay vinegar.
It would be crass to describe what remains of the tournament as a war between chardonnay and pickled onion, but it would also be the entire, unadulterated possible truth.
I myself have had difficulty reconciling these two warring factions within. My voting has been impulsive and frenetic as I attempt to balance the inner child and the pathetic shell of adulthood.
Enlightenment may well be to realise that only one faction will prevail (inner child) and channeling your daily crisp-related meditation practice towards understanding the singularity within the dualism.
On the other hand, it may be to accept that these conflicts will always be present and manifest this realisation in voting wildly right until the end, lost in the moment of snack combat and prepared to accept whatever comes of yours and others’ desperate dives upon social media voting buttons.
A small percentage of this blog’s ten readers may not be here for cod-spiritualistic nonsense. More fool you. Nonetheless, I will placate these wastrels with some broader #WorldCupOfCrisps-specific commentary.
In the second round of polling we have lost some big hitters: French Fries cheese and onion, prawn crackers, Brannigans roast beef and mustard, the last of the Taytos and the provocateur that is pork scratchings. There are plenty of third round competitors which don’t fit into the angle of this blog which I’ve conveniently ignored.
One highly controversial tournament qualifier (Mini Cheddars) is still polling numbers. Will the supervillain prevail? Tune in next time, or just go out and enjoy crisps innocently without the heavy, heavy weight of all this.