They're just sagey hash browns. As long as you like Haddock, and chips, with scraps, I can't see any problem.
Oh yeah In these days of changing ways So called liberated days A story comes to mind of a friend of mine Posin boy was Patti less Nothin' more or nothin' less The kindest guy I ever knew His mother's tears fell in vain The afternoon Posintin tried to explain That he needed fish like all the rest Pa said there must be a mistake How can my son not be straight After all I've said and done for him now **** off to New York and get killed you weirdo
Deciding to take a short cut home Chips in hand he meant no wrong A gentle breeze blew down Newland Avenue Out of a darkened side street came a Bob Carver gang with just one aim to roll some innocent patties to fry There ensued a fearful fight screams rang out in the night Posin's head hit a sidewalk cornerstone A greasy lass, a fish filleting knife She did not intend to take his life She just pushed her luck a little too far that night The sight of scraps dispersed the gang A crowd gathered, the police came An ambulance screamed to a halt on Cott and Beverly Road. Posin's life ended there but I ask who really cares Posin once said to me and I quote He said "Never wait or hesitate Don't buy patties, it's too late You may never get another chance 'Cos batter's a mask but it don't last Beat it long and beat it fast" Posin's was a... Patty hating ****.
I moved to the midlands in 1979 and wandered why everyone was a miserable bastard here, but then found the reason, they don't have patties.
Maybe you just go to the wrong chippy. They should be savoury, sage and onion mix. No. You're just a tasteless ****. No. You're just a ****. You're on ignore. ****. No. You're a Leeds fan. ****
To be honest to actually have poetry written about me is overwhelming and I thank you. Bit weird but thanks anyway. To Mr Shoes if you send me a pm with your address I will arrange to have a sense of humour delivered. To everyone else it has been emotional and I now feel I no longer have to have a life that is just a lie. As a minor redemption I do love fish and chips. It's just dirty dirty patties that are just wrong
I've never had a dirty Pattie. I have had a dirty sultry Susie and a smokin dirty randy Mandy. Neither were covered in mushy peas