Fish inflation batters Britain’s chip shops
QUESTION: HOW do you put a ravenous Yorkshireman off his Friday night fish and chips? Answer: Break some bad news just as the warmed plates are coming out of the oven, and the ceremonial unwrapping has begun.
I know. I’ve lived through it.
When, on a recent never-to-be-forgotten evening, my wife came home having made the weekly chippy trip, she didn’t beat about the bush.
As I sat there with my eating irons poised for action, vinegar bottle at the ready, she confessed: “Your large fish has gone up with a bump. It was £9 this time!”
Surely a mishearing. Nine pounds?
I thought of coming back flippantly with “You must be codding”, but I could tell from my wife’s face that the grave news just might be true. It was.
So, a single, far-from-enormous fish is now costing as much a fish, chips and peas did before.
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