glerhakarl and skyrhakarl

...Sounds more like something from Viennese operetta. Thanks for sharing that with us, I'll imagine the taste fror the rest of my days!

After the war, when we still had rationing, my mother used to serve haddock, once a week: I used to dread that day, I could see the yellowing item on its plate in the larder.

To get over this phobia, I booked into a Cornish seafood restaurant. The sauces were so rich that you couldn't taste the fish and by midweek, it was the sauces that I couldn't take any more off, I never got to taste the fish, so I'm none the wiser!