I remember in my early teenage years if my best friend or myself suffered heartbreak, which happened nearly every week, we would decamp to the wall outside the local chippy and both pool our pennies for a portion of chips wrapped in newspaper, teenage tears often flavoured our chips but after we’d finished a local boy or two would have no doubt joined us on the wall - it was a regular teenage hang out - and we would have cheered up no end.
The next James Bond - who is your vote for?
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there


