And on the seventh day, we enjoyed a (no-salt, yay!) fish supper at The Tailend, complete with mushy peas and a shared STP*. And an Irn Bru and a Schweppes ginger beer. And lovely servers and fellow diners, the expection being two people who seemed like they were working off a bad buzz from an Oscars after-party. Tanned and bitchy, let’s hope they left a decent tip.
“Let the fools have their tar-tar sauce,” said another Mr. Burns.
*Sticky Toffee Pudding