Just had my first fish supper for around two years... shockingly greasy but fairly enjoyable. A guilty pleasure I very rarely partake in. Will probably regret it in the morning. When I do naughty things like that I often wake up the next morning with a strange taste in my mouth and a feeling of absolute guilt. Not to mention the bad feelings in my gut of the calorie additions. A calorific hangover.
Ka was over in Hamilton trying on her wedding dress with her Dad and wheel chair confined Mother. After making my way through the hectic Hamilton traffic I picked them up and took Grace and Dougie home. Upon arrival we opted to join the in-laws for a quick chippy. They've never been the same since they stopped coming wrapped in newspaper (the chippys - not the in-laws). The chips with half a greasy ink news story printed over them somehow seemed to taste better, I suppose it must have depended on how tasty the news story itself was. If you were ridiculously lucky sometimes they'd even come with a page three girl. The chips are all too clean cut nowadays. Another casualty of the health conscious crazy world we now live in. Not that I'd go more often if the suppers still came in yesterdays latest classified section. In times of deadlines Davey Clyde, in the office, often shouts things inferring his latest work's preferred use. He'll be sitting in his seat mumbling away to himself as he plans his last classified page and suddenly bellow "Right, let's get rid of this chip wrapper!" Probably not the most complimentary remark to make about our treasured weekly newspaper titles and sadly no longer even accurate.
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