If I had a time machine I would get a takeaway curry and a big bottle of Lilt and share it with a caveman.

I bet he’d love a lamb bhuna. And you can’t go wrong with Lilt.

And I bet he’d think to himself, “Sure, it’s hard going out killing mammoths every day, and not having universal healthcare, but at least I can be happy knowing civilisation is really going somewhere.”

And I’d give him the recipe for bhuna… maybe a mammoth bhuna? But I wouldn’t give him the recipe for lilt. Because that’s a closely guarded secret.