I want to go to a seafood restaurant.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

I want to start with clams with garlic butter and parsley, with some crusty bread. Then I should like a whole roasted turbot, with samphire. And chips.

A bottle of Gavi di Gavi and, with dessert (mousse au chocolat, natch), some of that red Italian dessert wine we had at my wedding.

I suppose I could do all that at home.

Wait, I’m off to source a turbot.

enormous super trawlers that can clean out a whole year's supply of turbot in 10 minutes with nuclear powered sucking devices. They are all manned by sneering surrender monkey frogs who reek of garlic and never bathe and everyone of them is a personal friend of Mutti Merkel.