To be honest I have to admit that I resented being forced to eat fish on Good Friday in my school days. Especially when fish meant crummy fish sticks made out of breadcrumbs and very little fish. Easter consisted of gnawing on a chocolate rabbit that was some kind of fake chocolate. But at least we got out of school for a week. My parents laughed at me once when I asked if we should go to church on Easter. My parents didn't like religious people or cops. They might have gone if church served alcoholic drinks. As a consequence of these childhood environments I now live on Desolation Row .