Fine fare

Some evening, you just can’t face the cooker. You know you should take the fresh bunches of veg and do things with them that involve olive oil but…the days has been too long, the weather’s too cold and the best kebab shop in the village is open.

So, in I go and order up. As I wait for my favourite illegal immigrants to grill the hell out of whatever chicken they managed to get cheap because it had a nasty cough, I look around the place (it’s busy so all the Red Tops are taken) and am cheered to see that on the specials menu, among all the kebabs and various other treats, they have, for £2:50, ‘meat & chips’. Fantastic. I wonder if ‘named meat & chips’ is more expensive?

Obviously, one of these days, I have to order it. As Fat Andy said when I told him about it ‘what more do you need?’. Too true.