Ah, but, if we only had world enough and time... oh, and a bag of chips, then perhaps we could see what has become of our lives. There was a time… but then I'm sure you remember that, especially when you dropped your bag of chips due to the passion of the moment.
Anyway, those were the chip shops of our youth. Back in those days, they were everywhere and all our kisses were salt and vinegar flavoured.
It doesn't help though, to dwell too long on the past, especially if it suddenly makes you remember what happened to your most-prized mandolin... and that incident with the butter.
Still as they say... or do they?
To be honest I've never come across a bit of concise, but meaningless, bit of folk wisdom condensed down into some half-remembered pithy aphorism that deals with all the subtleties of a situation like that. Not one that specifically mentions a naked Subbuteo cup-final between consenting adults, anyway.
Who would have though that green baize could be so erotic?
Those were the days... and the nights. Although, some of the afternoons did tend to drag a little, especially in those long dull hours before the chip shops opened.
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