No shortage of entries to May’s caption competition asking readers to suggest amusing words emanating from Ashurst Morris Crisp’s Appold Street command bunker after the collapse of merger talks with those Fried Frank scamps.
Given the now-ancient jibes about the pair hooking up as Fried Crisp, many of our hopefuls decided to stick to the trusty chip metaphors, although The Diary had always held out hopes that the first proper transatlantic merger would have got the surely world-conquering banner of Frank Morris.
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