On watching the disgustingly cheap fish and chips crack harder under the wave of the fan, a continuation of momentary pseudo blackouts. Juggling a mouthful of batter, oil and detestable salt in one orifice, the eavesdrop of discussion on yo-yos by the swing door in another.
Brewing on the side with information, the trickle of cholesterol making conversing with customers a struggle. Answering the phone is no challenge. Responding to the caller is.
Sunday, 5 February 2006 - 14:35
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