Monday, 22 August 2016
Saturday, 16 October 2010
Having been brought up at the seaside I know everything about fish & chips - FACT!
Read the article here
(article by Michael Holden)
The good fish and chip shop near me is and always has been run by a couple of contrasting dispositions, which, as they get older, seem ever more pronounced. She grows more talkative, while he becomes more contemplative, staring hard into the fryer, eyes on some unknown horizon. A look I call "thousand cod stare". He was doing this again the last time I went in, and then eventually he spoke.
Him "I wish I was somewhere hot."
Me (facetious, going for the cheap joke) "It's hot in here!"
Him (wearily) "I mean a country."
Me (busted) "I know, I know. You been on holiday?"
Him (getting into his stride, making his own joke) "I got something mapped out. Can't take the wife, though. What about you?"
Me "I was in Egypt in February."
Her (like I deserved to go away more often) "That was a long time ago."
Me "It was warm, though."
Her (having none of it) "But you come back and it's cold."
Me "It was cold before I went."
Him "You like it?"
Me (wanting to sound clever) "I like all that part of the world, you can see why they're always fighting over it."
He gazed into the boiling fat and then scooped out my dinner.
Him (with resignation, as though explaining great truths to an imbecile) "But the problem is: the big fish eats the little fish."
Me (words leaving mouth of their own accord) "Mostly, yeah. I suppose. I dunno."
His wife handed me my fish and he looked at me as if to say, "You just don't get it, do you?" And I'm still not altogether sure that I do.