Al Dente

By the end of the starter, we’d got through, with ease and some laughter, our jobs, families, education, holidays – ‘I love Llangollen! – and what we had planned for Christmas. It was during the main that I started to have doubts.
        ‘So what’s your favourite worst film?’
        I was going to say Carry On Camping, but didn’t want her to think I had a thing for innuendo, so said I didn’t know.
        Her eyebrows raised ever so slightly. ‘So what’s your favourite best film?’
        ‘That’s easy. The Godfather Part II. Genius. What about you?’
        ‘Jaws.’
       ‘Very good.’
       ‘I know! And the sequels. Genius.’
       ‘Even –’
        ‘And the spin-offs. Sharktopus, Sharkzilla, Sharknado, Sharknado 2: The Second One, Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No!, Shark Night, Shark in Venice, Dinoshark, Ghost Shark, Swamp Shark, Super Shark, Jurassic Shark, Sand Sharks, 2-Headed Shark Attack, Jersey Shore Shark Attack, Mega Shark in Malibu, Mega Shark vs Giant Octopus, Mega Shark vs Crocosaurus …’
        While she was talking, I could see, stuck between her teeth, bits of bluefish and cabbage. Pudding wasn’t going to happen.