When I said “you did not see me, did you?” to the generously proportioned, middle-aged, head shaven bloke in the car park this morning, I fully expected verbal abuse or physical harm to dash my way. Some things in life are worth standing up for. This was not one of them.

Morrison’s has done it again – make the impossible possible by creating a straight croissant.

In terms of language, Morrison’s Petit Parisienne is an impossibility, a gender confused little Parisian.