Tell it to the fishes

So craving Marksies Sushi I decided to blow off a chunk of the avvo and dander into town to secure me some. Well I say Sushi, but the best even M&S can proffer is clumps of shoddy rice with wedding afterdo coldbuffet fishbits on top. However beggars can’t be sushi bashers and needs must when the protein craves. But oh what I wouldn’t give for a decent board of tunny sashimi..well Zen prices for starters.. Luckily there was a medium tray left after the lunch-time rape of the meal-deals and then I spotted some kiddie chewy things in a bag which is my confectionery Achilles Heel (I’m all over the 10p mix-ups and just try and stop me in the face of Giant Refreshers) and was suckered by the claims of no added this or that with whacks of fruit juice and things that might be Good For Me. Already I’m thinking there’s got to be at least two of my five-a-day in a bag of those bad boys. So chomping my way merrily home a quick squidge at the rear reveals ‘pork gelatin’ as one of the main constituents. Hmmm. Bingo! Three of the five surely. Mmm!

A while back we ended up in Taps, Cotton Court for some quick scran. (always bloody Taps. WHY) (Because outside of your own back garden it’s the only place in Belfast where you can smoke and eat at the same time, that’s why) And with the slightly dubious smorgasbord that they were passing off as ‘tapas’ we were given a basket of sliced pan. Because Mothers Pride and olive oil with rock salt are actually a little known Gallacian favourite. And I would also just like to say to those people, how on earth do you manage to get Cheese wrong. You’ve really got to go some to fuck up ‘Cheese’ like.