Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Seventies Style

When they were halfway home Harold declared a rest stop. King's Cross to Laverstone was only 43 miles (although the traffic queues around the great old station were horrendous they were made more easily navigable when one had a demon riding shotgun and causing other drivers to stall, traffic lights to change and police camera to enjoy a prolonged close-up of pigeon excrement.

"We're only twenty minutes from home," said Jasfoup, staring out of the van window at the squat, seventies-style church of Batford All Saint's. "Why are we stopping here?"

"Because the chippy here hasn't changed in forty years," said Harold. "It's a piece of history."

"Oh. So?"

"So they still sell deep fried fish fingers."

4 comments:

aims said...

I didn't know that fish had fingers!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Mushed up sticks of fish meat

stephanie said...

I'd stop, too! Mmm, childhood memories. :)

Leatherdykeuk said...

Indeed!
I bet they cost more then 6d now!