You think they confused it with angel cake ?
Contentment and oneness, people buy the shit they are instructed to that is advertised at them in the belief it will get them where they want to be. Actually, all along, every lunging credit stretching splash in the cold grey greasey water to grab the passing mass produced plastic amazon and e-bay flotsam of life only pushes their dirty dinghy of despair further out into the dying polluted ocean of corporate consumer monkey hell. People that buy angel delight, or nail gloss or this year's cut of denim or xbox games or luxury branded pasta are just dead inside, bleeding out over their facebook timeline and hoping to find the hashtag zombie cure. But Tesco don't sell zombie cures, Asda don't sell zombie cures, Harvey Nicks or Starbucks or Dunkin' Flunkies don't sell zombie cures. They sell the fetid filth that fills our lungs, hearts and souls with an addictive creeping nicotine of stuff, stuff and more stuff.
Saying that, I do like that jam steam pudding sponge they do in tins.