I totally messed up foody plans last night. Since someone brought a bag of proper chip shop chips to rehearsal on Wednesday I have been unable to think about much else than getting proper fish and chips. The smell was just that good. Decided that Thursday after swim training was the time. Thought about it all day. Thought about during my pre-swimming fast. Thought about it on the way to swimming. Thought about it while swimming up and down, and on the way back home via the chips shop....which, when i got there at about quarter past ten was shut. Fuck.
To make matters worse, nothing else was open. I had literally nothing edible at home and Tescos was shut. There's not even a Kebab shop to be had. Rode up to Vauxhall, nothing. Back down into Kennington. Found a Chinese that had one portion of anaemic looking mystery fish. The shop was dirty, smoky and stunk of of burned stale oil. Pass. Nice looking Indian doesn't do takeaways. Starving, tired and frustrated I ended up in "Dollar Fried Chicken" with a two piece meal. It was fucking disgusting. Greasy, slimey, stringy and revolting. Felt like i'd just chugged pint of cooking oil. Bleurgh.
Note to self. You do not live in 24 hour takeaways on your doorstep land anymore. Probably for the best. Lesson learned. *burp
I totally messed up foody plans last night. Since someone brought a bag of proper chip shop chips to rehearsal on Wednesday I have been unable to think about much else than getting proper fish and chips. The smell was just that good. Decided that Thursday after swim training was the time. Thought about it all day. Thought about during my pre-swimming fast. Thought about it on the way to swimming. Thought about it while swimming up and down, and on the way back home via the chips shop....which, when i got there at about quarter past ten was shut. Fuck.
To make matters worse, nothing else was open. I had literally nothing edible at home and Tescos was shut. There's not even a Kebab shop to be had. Rode up to Vauxhall, nothing. Back down into Kennington. Found a Chinese that had one portion of anaemic looking mystery fish. The shop was dirty, smoky and stunk of of burned stale oil. Pass. Nice looking Indian doesn't do takeaways. Starving, tired and frustrated I ended up in "Dollar Fried Chicken" with a two piece meal. It was fucking disgusting. Greasy, slimey, stringy and revolting. Felt like i'd just chugged pint of cooking oil. Bleurgh.
Note to self. You do not live in 24 hour takeaways on your doorstep land anymore. Probably for the best. Lesson learned. *burp