Sunday, October 14, 2007

race, love and woes, cold

A line of five or six children of different sizes, riding bikes of different sizes, following one another round the Grove, as fast as they can go.

We talk to the fish and chip shop owner outside the Compasses before lunch. He is 65 and full of woes. But he seems to enjoy dramatising them over a pint in the Autumn sun. "Got to get back to my wife's cooking", he says. "She either over cooks everything or under cooks it," and, parting, adds: "I love her to bits."

In Sainsbury's, successive shopping aisles list: "Frozen ready meals, Frozen vegetables, Frozen Meat, Frozen deserts, Frozen fish". And they say, the poles are melting.

4 comments:

Lucy said...

I think the fish and chip shop owner should have his own mini-series!

Clare said...

Once he gave everyone in the queue free fish because he'd just won on the horses! I don't mind queuing when he's on duty because he is so amusing to listen to.

Lucy said...

If I remember rightly he was the star of the post 'No euphemism' a while ago...

Plutarch said...

You're right, Lucy. I have been able to trace the post, including your sprightly, punning comment to July 7 07. As Clare says he is a perpetual source of entertainment as well as of our national dish.