I can't stand rice pudding. I have never been offered it socially, and I can't remember anyone choosing to eat it in a cafe/restuarant.
How else do you know when you have reached half-way on the Bryan Chapman?
If I'm eating cold rice pudding, with a slice of tinned peach floating in it, then I must be in Menai (either that or I've fallen through a worm-hole back to lunchtime at my Primary school circa 1969)