Date

We went on a date, just the two of us, to that place where it is customary to throw your bread at the fish. We watched this gull, Bob, he knew the score. He could, if he so wished, just snaffle the bread. Or, if he applied a little more cunning, he could loiter just a little distance from the bread, facing away, and then the little fishies were more likely to be brave enough to come and nibble the bread. You just have to lunge swiftly and accurately. Timing is everything. And then you can bob off again.

We spoke about the miracle of the loaves and the fishes and then about social media and came up with the very snappy 'InstaTwitFace'