From the pen of Turlough Ó Maoláin ...

The Chronicles of Bulgaria

The Chips at Twerton Park

28/12/2021

When Raleigh’s ship came into port the gentry gathered round

To see the cargo in its hold of veggies small and brown.

But little did the people know as Walter disembarked

That what he’d found would one day make the chips at Twerton Park.

 

Once on a trip to Liverpool I had a sausage roll.

At Middlesbrough I bought a pie from the hut behind the goal.

And Leicester’s chips, although not bad, just lacked that vital spark

No football club has food to match the chips at Twerton Park.

 

I’ve eaten curry in Madras, pastrami in New York

And from our local takeaway some sweet and sour pork.

By a sandy beach in the Cyclades I’ve even sampled shark,

But nothing ever tastes as good as the chips at Twerton Park.

 

My dear old Mum would greet us home, her peeler in her hand.

So proud she was to serve us up fresh from her old chip pan.

The fat red hot and a pinch of salt, her years old trade mark!

Although she tried, they weren’t the same as the chips at Twerton Park.

 

Whenever I can, I take my kids down to see Bath City.

Sometimes the football’s very good and sometimes a bit poor.

But as every Saturday comes around the children do remark.

‘Come on Dad, we want some chips. Let’s go to Twerton Park!’

 

My kids at Twerton Park in 1997, looking excited in anticipation of their half-time plate of chips.

My kids at Twerton Park in 1997, looking excited in anticipation of their half-time plate of chips.  

 

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