Okay, so not everything I write about here is science fiction related, so skip along if you find this boring.
I'm getting excited about my upcoming caravan holiday in France. I'm not going as far into France this year because, well, there have been hidden costs: Insurance is more expensive, breakdown and recovery insurance is way more (it was free last year because we took a gamble on not breaking down, which we didn't, but I've lost confidence in Ada, my car.) And then there's the cost of putting fuel in the tank. Let's not go there.
So what's with the title, the Annual Mackerel Run? It's to do with diet. Mononsaturated fats. Omega 3. Lowering Cholesterol. After a year of miserable salads based around tuna, salmon and mackerel, I'm ready for something exciting in the food department, and for this, France is the place to go. No, no, not wine — I don't drink, not anymore. Not cheese, either because cheese is right at the top of the no-go, too-much-fat list. But one thing the French do way better than anyone else (at least as far as I'm aware) is Mackerel.
While we're in France, mackerel will be the focal point of our diets. What's more, we'll be bringing back cases of the stuff. When we pass through post-Brexit customs on our way home, and we're asked, "Anything to declare?" they're expecting us to say wine or tobacco. We'll have Mackerel. Tins and tins of it. Maybe there'll be a special line for Brits with car-loads of Mackerel. There should be.

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