Reminds me of a daytrip to the coastI took as a youngster. I had pleaded with my dear parents for chips all day, finally (and as is the custom in our fair isle) we queued up for some. We got to the front, and I shook a little bit of vinegar on, and then put some salt on, paid the princely sum that was asked and walked out.
Unbeknown to me the salt shaker had a bazillion holes in and my chips were sadly ruined through the mountain of salt. I had to take each one out and wipe it but you could still taste the salt
/memories.
(Unbeknown to me the salt shaker had a bazillion holes in and my chips were sadly ruined through the mountain of salt. I had to take each one out and wipe it but you could still taste the salt
/memories.
magnum,
Tue 13 Apr 2004, 13:47,
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