Someone who goes out to find you fish and chips with malt vinegar. Not an easy thing to obtain, not done right at a sensible price, New York is far too chic to cater to the common folk like wot I am and proud of it mate!

A beer and my bike and I'd be in hog heaven but I've been going on about chish and fips for ages and where did she find it? Only at a Chinese restaurant, take out kind. It was plaice too and the chips were the real thing as well. I just devoured what was a very generous portion.

The issue of food from ones childhood has been uppermost in my mind, blame James Herriott whose audio books we've both been soaking up recently, maybe thats where the black dog came from?

Steak and kidney pudding, spotted dick and custard, pork pie and black pudding are next!