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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 [...]

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’ [...]

To go on Sunday or not?