The news from abroad is scary and bleak and there’s big news at home that deeply affects us all: a chippy tea will soon cost a tenner. Ten. Pounds.
The cost of cod has soared 75%, the price of my favourite mushy peas have doubled and energy prices mean chippy bosses have to push up charges. I remember paying pennies for scraps wrapped up in newspaper, which is still the best way chips have ever been served.
Chips were always a hot, tasty and cheap way to fill up. I won’t pay ten pounds on principle. But when a warm waft of the vinegary smell makes my stomach rumble, all reason might go out the window.
