Sporks are an upgrade? gtf, they were invented in Grimsby by an admittedly ambitious but rather ugly young man named Kim jong-un. He turned out to be a right twat and after a successful golfing career went into mountaineering. He climbed Everest wearing only his underpants and his 'Clarks' shoes. Luckily he died one bonfire night after making his own rocket that did a kind of loop, came back round and went straight up his poo hole. FACT!
Anyone who'd eat such an abhorrent concoction is welcome to the spork, as are types who put chip spice on their chippy.
When I drove to home games from Cambridge I used to come prepared. large steak plate and a knife and fork all ready. Harry used to take my plate ... Harry Jackson that is. Rosemead Chipy. Great chipy that anarl. Worth setting off an hour early too.
That would be funny to see, when they ask do you want that wrapped or open and you whip out your big plate and say just stick it on here.
Yep that's about it. I remember when I was young going to Blacksmiths Arms in Preston to get Real Mushy peas and a meat pie in my own dish. late 60s and 70s They had a small off licence at the back of the pub. Great days.
There was a chippy on Hessle Rd - can't remember its name - but I remember on a dinner time an old timer would bring in his own fish to be fried there. I always imagined that he bought some chips as part of the deal, but I'd always left before his deal truly came to light.
You must have had a bit of spillage, the odd chip casualty. You must have had some priceless reactions in the street too on the way back to your motor. Plus, I have two other concerns: Getting in your car - assume you put the plate on the roof. Secondly, you obviously had to use a tray, so I'm guessing that for cold comfort's sake, you must have eaten it in the passenger seat. Yes/No - delete as appropriate.
Mostly people said good idea. Whilst in the queue some would ask what the plate was for? Depends on the weather. If weather OK eat it leant on the bonnet ... My lad was with me ... No tray but a towel. When finished stick it in a Tesco's bag tie the handles put it in the boot and in the boot and off to footy ya go. ****ing hell this sounds more like an episode of Would I Lie to You.
As a lover of all kinds of fish with or without mushy peas and chips. We have recently enjoyed fresh halibut and sockeye salmon from the BC coast (only about 1,100 miles away) and now we are getting pickerel, a fresh water fish from the cold lakes of northern Saskatchewan. It's superb, simply dusted with flour, salt and pepper and pan fried in shallow oil. It's even better fresh caught, filleted and fried over a fire on a remote lakeside with no sound but the gentle lapping of the lake and the folorn calls of the loons. Oh, I forgot ... and the incessant buzzing of mosquitos as the the little bastards jab the **** out of you.
