It was directed at Rooney, when he had a go at Poll about something that had happened, the details are foggy.
I believe the exact phrase was 'f*ck off Rooney you granny shagging scouse c*nt'.
The two middle aged American women sat eating fish and chips at the bar were unimpressed.
Of course the take away staple of F+C must be battered however to dismiss the breadcrumb would be to dismiss the Fish Finger, a meal we surely all grew up on and savoured. Even Sir C the resident food snob.
I watched a program last night, one hour, on the production of Fish Fingers in Grimsby. Fascinating apart from being presented by that grinning idiot Wallace.
Well apart from a piece of cod loin as thick as your forearm dipped in beer batter, deep fried to perfection and served with ketchup, mushy peas, salt and malt vinegar. I love a fishfinger, don't get me wrong, but battered cod is a thing of joy. The chips are barely necessary in such a feast.
I knew someone who worked at the Young's plant in Grimsby. They had three grades of cod depending on how riddled with worms it was (and most cod has worms in it, tbf). The best stuff went into the large pieces of fish for frozen cod and chips and whatnot. The second grade went into fishfingers and the most shítty stuff went into fishcakes.