In line with the number of other threads on here asking for tough choices when it comes to talent, which would you choose if one of them had to bat for your life? Would you go for the battered cod...the old stager with plenty of nouse and a stomach for the big battle? Or would it be the crisply fried hot young chip, full of energy but possibly looking for a fiery innings full of slippery shots and trans-fats?
If you could only put vinegar on one which one would it be?
And if a potato gets stung by a bluebottle on a particularly sunny day at the beach would applying vinegar be akin to suicide?