Food of the Gods

Fresh back from Leeds and full to the brim with beer and fish & chips. It was only while satisfying my craving for fish & chips that I realised how rootless I really am. Having bought the bloody things I realised that I had nowhere to eat them. Furthermore, I had nothing to eat them with. To heap sacrilege on top of blasphemy, I also lacked brown sauce to put onto them!

So I bought a bottle of HP and sat in the car eating them with the smallest plastic fork in the world [and they were in a polystyrene box too].

Lovely, they were, bloody lovely!