The news that going to bed with a cocoa may stave off a heart attack is great news for old sods like me.
At last I can wake up about 11 p.m. turn off the telly and put the kettle on for a real nightcap without feeling a silly old git. After all the with it people will all be having cocoa now.
For the first time in my life I will be hip--sorry cool. Almost gave my real age away there.
All I need to do is find my slippers.
Or would that make me seem hot?
It's spoilt now--damm it.