Friday Is Junk Food

We are inundated with large malls and shopping centres . MacDonalds, KFC, Subway and El Turko but close to home is a little enclave of shops. The Comito Centre - a Korean Chemist. A South African butcher who sells rabbits (who eats rabbits these days?) and Biltong. A liquor store - we dont sell liquor in supermarkets - a gourmet cake shop and a little grubby Welcome Mart run by a grumpy Yorkshireman but I can get French green peppercorns there and Branston Pickle which makes a cheese sandwich complete.

One of the notable shops is a Greek Takeaway. They sell Battered Savs, a sausage in fish batter. Dim Sims which bare no resemblence to their Chinese cousins. Scallops - potato slivers in batter and Prawn Cutlets. Hamburgers with 'the lot' which are not complee without beetroot. Their piece de resistance - fish 'n chips. Real potato chips chiselled from real potatoes, BBQ chicken with the best Coleslaw and Gravy you' ve ever tasted and the best shark in batter.

I dropped into the grubby Welcome Mart today and bought peppercorns but the smell from that Takeaway Store . . . about 11 people were queued outside slowly walking toward their cars with newspaper wrapped packages of savoury smelling fish and chips. I resisted and now have to settle for vegemite on toast for Friday night nibbly bits, I'm mightily pissed. It took me back to day trips to eat at Harry Ramsden's. Now that's a memory from the vault. I wish we had a Doyles in Kellyville. I want fish cocktails and chips with BBQ and Tartare sauce, a butty, vinegar and a cuppa tea.! I have to go, my toast is burning and my champagne is getting flat. (as if!)

And you know you want it!