How to ...  ... eat chips  Chips are the poor man's Prozac. Like
computers, British working men cannot operate without chips
inside. We may not be able to manufacture microchips any more,
but we yield to no one in the art of deep-frying potatoes. The
reason why chips are such an important part of our national life
is that we are possibly the only people in the world who choose
to eat their evening meal at bus stops.  When you've had a night
on the town, it's raining and you've missed the last bus home, a
bag of chips soaked in salt and vinegar makes the world seem a
happier, cosier place. It's just a shame that the chip shop
closes before the last bus leaves.  Before Europe turned its
civilising mission to the issue of chip paper, chips came
wrapped in newspaper. This gave you something to read while you
were eating and you could catch those tiny four-line stories
that you normally skip, such as Superbug Found In Local Chip
Shop.  A chip is just a happy potato until you baptise it with
salt and vinegar: then