Which British guilty pleasure snack do you reach for when no one's watching? Rank them!

There's something deeply primal about standing at the kitchen counter at 11pm eating Heinz straight from the can. Heating them is for people who have their lives together.

You told yourself you'd have one with a cuppa. Twenty minutes later you're licking crumbs off your jumper and hiding the empty packet at the bottom of the bin.

Plastic cheese, a thick smear of Branston, and the cheapest white sliced you can find. It's grim, it's glorious, and you'd never serve it to a guest.

It tastes like regret and MSG, and somehow that's exactly what you wanted. Bonus points if you eat it while watching something you'd never admit to enjoying.

Why dirty a bowl when the box is right there? You're an adult, you make the rules, and the rules say chocolate cereal counts as a meal after 10pm.