The wind had been brutal on the run to Rubery but was more at my back on the return trip. There had been rain and I was tired and hungry and cold (I tend to develop the shivers when I exercise whilst hungry). Chipz was the first likely takeaway I ran past that was open.
I waved off the salt, as usual, noting to the cook that I only buy cod as a vector for malt vinegar; yet, the fish was still extremely salty (which led to me gasping for water the following 3 miles home). Additionally, the batter was bland and the fish itself the only upside (it was hot and moist and firm and…get your minds out of the gutter).
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 