|Chips, mushy peas, lashings of salt and vinegar,|
and a pint of Boddingtons... a guilty pleasure!
There's an incongruous British fish & chip shop near Ilse's flat. I'm normally a 'when in Rome ..." traveller, and quite scathing of the Brits abroad mentality, so I felt a bit guilty about my snowballing craving for a proper bag of chips. I dropped my principles and stuffed my face.
Incredibly, and with a warm feeling of poetic justice, I tried on my suit afterwards and it fitted! If there's a moral to this story, please write it on the comments page because I'm at a loss. In the meantime, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6fQnTyEniM.