Peck of lunch with what's-his-face? Hasn't happened in an organised capacity for a mighty long time, and certainly not in this Year of the Horse. Today, Friday 13th, however, is lookin' lucky: plans are ahoy. I proposed a mutually convenient venue to which Andy's Siri-dictated reply said:

It's perfect. See you then he's scared he's injured. He's on the run and he lacks legitimacy. It's a mess for them who is in charge.

Norman Schwarzkopf: remember him? US general all over the Gulf War, of which another's recently kicked off. Andy claimed that his reply was overheard from a BBC R4 discussion (in his motor) about the depleted Iran leadership. Mebbe.

Hines-sight tells us that we first visited a Gregg's branch in Ipswich around 15 years ago, I guess when that was the only one. Not now with all these yum-yums:

• centre -- 51 Westgate Street, as seen in 2011
• centre -- Upper Brook Street
• railway station
• out of town -- Rosehill Centre
• out of town -- Woodbridge Road East
• out of town -- White House Road
• out of town -- Futura Park, today
• A-road -- Wherstead Services
• A-road -- Sproughton Services

Isaacs was a blur as I whizzed round the waterfront on two wheels and up through Holywells Park on my way to Waitrose. Well, directly opposite The Big W in what used be yet another Costa until 2022 and where my mum once saw Dr Dan Poulter. Shame there's no WiFi for my work laptop -- gotta fall back on the iPhone hotspot -- but there's compensation in the audio form of Magic FM with Phil Collins providing some 80s bangers.

House specials include the marvellous £5 meal deal with main plus side plus drink, folks. Two of them, SVP: Andy with the southern fried chicken baguette (warmed) and yoghurt (carbs) and apple juice, and me with the tandoori chicken baguette (cold) and Walker's prawn cocktail and OJ. Total price £10.50 to eat in, a stone cold bargain. Busy-busy in here, what with Gregg's being the great leveller, from a woman talking about the size of her new kitchen to a hi-vis bloke checking his emails. The grub's exactly what you'd expect: does a job, like what I"m meant to be doing for the rest of the afternoon. Let's discuss Andy's squirrel problem another day.

If it was a car -- The Sausage Roller Suzuki Wagon by Joe James.
If they were passing by -- Gregory Soros.