Growing up I clearly remember the Hilarious House of Frankenstein, and periodically there would be a reading of some poetry, usually in that Edgar Allen Poe style by a creepy guy that I always thought was a vampire.
That guy was Vincent Price, wasn't a vampire, but he had done a bunch of 'creepy' roles that were pretty near unto it.
It's his birthday today, and had he not died in 1993 he would have been 111 (his eleventy-eleventh).
And for those of you with a bit of British in you, somehow you've developed a genetic taste for Fish & Chips.
I think it's a national dish, so only fitting they have a National Fish & Chip Day.
Usually it's first Friday (a #FRYday) in June, but this year it's in May.
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