Go well. I've been noticing recently how every fried chicken shop manages to be called something different, even though in theory the adjectives which can be applied to 'fried chicken' should be fairly few... I guess that's north east London for you.
Back to rugby...has anybody else noticed how Mke Brown tries to get involved and steal ball at every breakdown? The man seems to think he's Ugo Monye...
Yeah, he does - which I like. He's ready to scrap for everything, it's one of the things I like about him - he's all heart. Angry, angry heart.
Back to fried chicken - Can't say I have tbh, but then down south it tends to be the same few chains, none of which mention chicken in the ***le... I think. I can never remember their names, they're all the same to me. I think I went to a Morleys.