World's Oldest Man Credits Fish And Chips For His Longevity And He Would Know, He's The Expert

We've got a new world's oldest man John Tinniswood of Southport, England.

So, that means, someone has to go ask him what the secret to his longevity is and he has to give an answer that would make no sense if put into practice.

What's John's secret?

A pack of Marlboros a day?

Living in a home with asbestos?

Scotch, scotch, and more scotch?

Nope. According to The Telegraph, the 111-year-old (soon to be 112) says fish and chips play a role.

In fact, he's been saying this for several years before he was named the oldest man in the world. Back when he was just the oldest man in the UK, TInniswood, was extolling the virtues of crushing some fish and chips.

"Fish and chips have got to be my favorite dish, it’s always been such a treat, and I think looking forward to my next visit to the chippy has kept me young," he told The Mirror in a 2019 interview. "I feel the same now as I did when I was in my 80s, nothing has changed really."

There you have it. It's not that battered fish is good for the ol' circulatory system, it's just that the promise of eating his beloved meal is the carrot he needs to keep living.

I'd love to know what fish and chip place has kept Tinniswood going for all these years. Fish and chips are weird in that I feel like you rarely if ever encounter "average" fish and chips. They're either dynamite or you'd rather be eating the newspaper it was wrapped in. Not a whole lot of in-between.

Hopefully, the assisted living facility where Tinniswoof lives these days whips him up some solid fish and chips.

J⁠⁠ohn is razor sharp for 111. I'm a big fan of how he reacted to being named "World's Oldest Man."

"Doesn’t make any difference to me. Not at all. I accept it for what it is," he said.

C'mon! What a gem this guy is. Knight him already! Just be careful about tapping him on the shoulder with a sword.

While he's not too jazzed about his new title, congratulations to John Tinniswood on an incredible run that began a few months after the Titanic sank.

I'm raising a bottle of malt vinegar to our guy John. Cheers!

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