My lover and I are having a treat tonight.
We are having fish and chips.
A sort of early Bank Holiday celebration.
Lucky us I say.
A great British institution enjoyed by many another institution.
Anyway they have arrived and they are in the oven keeping warm.
Whilst I post.
Georgina: I can't think what to write My Lover: Write about what football and fish and chips have in common. Georgina: There's no story there.
Unless of course you think there is sufficient connection between the seaside (as in the place to get the best fish and chips) and a certain out-of-work-for-the-last-year football manager. And his new fishy friend.
Or the fact that it seems to be a favourite with overseas ManUre players.
Nope. I really don't think there is a connection.
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