Chips with everything

Chips with Everything

Curry and Chips

Takeaway

Fish and Chips

When the Chips are down

I make light of life

Chips thrown on the wheel

How my luck changes

British values and traditions

The refugees delve into the

waters of the deep unknown

The red sun of the country

Equates to the rude urban land-scape

It is their freedom

I wonder if God likes Chips

Is there such a thing as evil Chips

I am a chip off the old block

I think I prefer Jacket potato

But then I like Chipolatas

To the left
My old teacher Mr Chips