Return of the Corned Beef Tin

It would seem that Princess Foods happen to read this 'ere blog.
Just days after my escapade with the Corned Beef tin, in which I came away with a damaged right thumb, a bruised ego, and one of the most tedious, longest running threads to grace RLFANS, I set out to put the whole trauma behind me.
I ventured into the Horsforth branch of Morrisons and proceeded to the 'tinned meats' section where I would confront my foe.

As I lifted the tin up, I proceeded to look for the key and to my suprise, there wasn't one. But then, to my suprise, on the bottom of the can was a ring-pull.

Brilliant! I will claim this as a victory for "View fron the Bar". No more will the ordinary working man risk finger injuries and bloody worktops in his quest for a corned beef sandwich.

Hat's off to Princess Foods!