Dark cherry 

We know how to eradicate lines and wrinkles using high-tech techniques. We know how to send a probe to another planet and crash it in to the surface (not that it does much good, of course, but you can’t say it isn’t an achievement). We also know how to build a machine that could potentially tell us the secrets of the galaxy, a machine that hurls particle beams in to one another so hard that some people are worried it might be the end of days, but we can’t make tins of fish that don’t flick fishy-liquid everywhere whenever we try and open them? Does that make any sense to you?! If they’d have pumped 1/1,000,000 of that money in to solving the canned-lid dilemma then I am certain that much more would have been achieved. Forget the galaxy and how it all began because to be honest, does that really matter? Come on scientists, think about all the fury you would save people from feeling if you helped us fish lovers out!

Imagine if you could walk over to a can of fish and know, without question, that the experience you were about to have would be a pleasant, even enjoyable one. Imagine what a difference it would make to your day! Instead of flying in to a rage when fish sauce went all over your brand-new white shirt, you could smile and say “that’s why I love my fish!” But alas that day is another 1,000 years off from becoming a reality. Until then we will be forced to blindly stumble through life, cursed with the dreaded thing that is opening a can with the assurance of certain annoyance.