It’s Friday, that must make it fish and chip day. I certainly don’t make a habit of it, but twist my arm tonight felt like a takeaway kind of night. The smell bought back memories of when I used to work in a chippy. I used to take home all the leftovers twice a week, which probably didn’t exactly help me stay out of the morbidly obese category of the BMI chart when I was younger, but all in moderation. (well, not ALL…I’m not going to do a small portion of smack for dessert, but you know what I mean) Yum. Yum. Night. Night.