Fishy Feast Turned Into an Eel-Ling Comedy by Geordie Fishmonger of Doom

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A VERY cheery Geordie person came knocking on my door last week selling fish. My first reaction when anybody selling anything comes to my door is to decline the kind offer. But this time I didn't. I have a weakness for fish. I also have a soft spot for cheery Geordies. It transpires that I have a soft spot where my brain should be when it comes to dealing with itinerant fish-sellers.

Maybe it's the accent, maybe it's because I have met so many canny folk from the northeast of England, but I was quite taken with the fellow. He was like a character from When The Boat Comes In. I had visions of a lot of fishy on my dishy as Geordie displayed his wares. He invited himself to a cup of tea and borrowed a cigarette as we talked about fish. I said I wasn't really interested in the haddock, salmon and plaice he was selling as I could get such fare at good prices in my usual fishmonger.

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Fishy Feast Turned Into an Eel-Ling Comedy by Geordie Fishmonger of Doom

"You are obviously a man who knows his fish," he said. "What I'll do is give you a special price on our top-of-the-range fish. John Dory, monk-fish and sea bass." While Geordie went to his van to get the John Dory...

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