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We came, we saw, we ate fish. And chips. 
Fan-bloody-tastic. Thank you Pog for the tip.
For Pog, Selfish and SoCheap - here is the picture of that so chic Paris eaterie:

If I read one more blog entry about I’m bored/ill/pissed off/too hairy/incapacitated and must depart the office immediately I shall cry.

A bottle of vodka - half full
A bottle of silver nail vanish - a quarter full
A walking stick  - wooden
A potted geranium - still growing
A yellow flip-flop - small
An address book - puce
A hinge - screws missing
Things that have been thrown on top of bus shelters on my route to work.  It makes you wonder at [...]

At 5.30 as I was leaving work I got a hankering, a yearning, a want.
I wanted fish and chips.  Proper fish and chips served to me by a
portly man - in a white coat and with a side parting - standing proud
behind a gleaming stainless steel ‘bank’ of industrial fryers and ‘hot’
shelving displaying mouth watering [...]

To go on Sunday or not?