For those of you who like their blogs with a coherent narrative, and away from one man's gripes about chip portions and unremarkable boy-meets-girl-meets-indifference tales, check out Regina's blog about waiting for a kidney transplant on This Limbo.
Feel free to offer her a kidney or, if you're a little too wedded to your internal organs, just have a read because writing of this quality demands a greater audience.
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Back to the portion of chips.
Now, I'm no gastrophile, but if you can count the number of chips on your lunchtime plate then you're on to a loser.
Six. Six fucking chips with my BLT, arranged atop each other like an asterisk.
There's something very wrong with this picture, especially when you're paying a tenner in a nostalgic nod back to 2006. More fool me, I know, but I had a good mind to call Joe because this would likely rile him up like a malnourished taxi driver.
First Seanie FitzPatrick, then Mr. Brady, now this, surely the tipping point for revolution.