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Inktober Day 30: Gear

By Canis-Infernalis.

I am fucking tired

I can't

Chippy is…kind of a sacred aspect of British culture. Specifically British working-class culture.

Most of us will have memories of going to the chippy on a Friday night with your dad, him getting the family’s orders, warming yourself on the heated counter or being plonked next to the till while your parents chat to the family that runs the chippy and what have.

Then you get home and it’s a feast and the clan gathers round. You dole out your individual meals and then have a few bags of chips between you all and you all sit down together like Vikings after battle. Your plates are STACKED with food. It’s cheap, it’s nasty and it’s full of flavour. There’s salt and vinegar everywhere, you found out Mr Hu gave you an extra pack of prawn crackers and you all go nuts. It’s the weekend and you can relax now. Everyone is satisfied because it’s filling and you’ve got enough leftovers for chip butties tomorrow lunch. It’s the most food you can buy with as little money as you can spare.

What Andrew Bowie is doing here is…pretty much sacrilege. You don’t have your sauces in a wee pot and a couple of chips and a tiny fish garnished with whatever fucking leaf that is. It looks like it’s being served at a posh restaurant that cost £30 for that tiny plate. You get a heaped plate of chips and an entire fish (or if you’re like me, a fishcake). It shouldn’t have been possible for him to GENTRIFY a fucking CHIPPY TEA. But the bastard managed it. He fucking managed it.

@fiendfyre-phoenix requested: