britain bounces back

hello there

a little while ago - last month, look you see - i wrote with some sadness of how the entire nation was knacked. or something like that. kind of. look, it's not like i read what i write, but if you want to see what i wrote of such a stern subject, here is the link. yes, true, the "broken" side of it was all due to my preferred sort of chips not being available, but still, such is important. 

things, ever since that great chip shortage of as long ago as a month (give or take) have gotten ever so slightly worse. well, worse from a certain point of view. indeed, i have no wish to make light of such things as a shortage of proper drivers, energy costs and petrol running out, but still, with the latter on, well, i am not going to pretend i all of a sudden do not love Mad Max 2 dearly. so yes, the petrol shortage is a bit of an inconvenience, but if it means i can go off with an intricate haircut, marauding around seeking to take over an oil refinery whilst having my @rse hang out of a pair of trousers, well, every cloud and all that. 

but now is not the time to indulge such (wonderful) homoerotic laced fantasies about being in a mental gang of excitingly dressed petrol thieves. no. here the subject is chips, and it is a much loved type of chip what has returned. 

yes, presented in the greater good and glory of Commodore 64 mode, triple cooked beef dripping chips. off of Lidl, for the record. and they are a most splendid of thing. fondly is it that i recall my first encounter with them. not long after taking up residence in my place of exile, i went off shopping. rather than carrying on with what i had known, for the boys preferred them french (freedom, if american) fries, i was now ipso facto free to experiment. whereas i had little (no) understanding of what triple cooked or beef dripping might actually imply, i went all "yolo" on them. 

my first taste of one, cooked by moi, provoked a very "ooooooh" sound. no, not the sort of deep, sexually provocative "oooh" like when you say "ooooh Gary Davies on your radio", but that rather, and yes i suppose similar, eyebrow raising, higher pitched, cor blimey that is a lovely nice sensation sort of sound. lovely, they were. 

i did indeed go a bit like (forgive me, it is a while since i read it) like that father character in the celebrated novel Pride & Prejudice, where he got all excited about how "handsome" a letter was and he went off and showed it to all. so yes, i spoke to people fondly of these boss, mega ace chips. even cooked them for one or two, at times when people visited me. with striking similarity, different people said unto me that frozen chips were always rubbish or poor, then tried some of these utter b@stards and also made that "oooooh" sound described so eloquently above. 

going by somewhat standard frozen chips, and indeed Lidl, prices, yes, £1.09 for a less than one metric kg bag is a trifle steep. but you get what you pay for. Van Halen albums, for example, what feature David Lee Roth are always going to be priced higher than the horrid ones what that tw@t Hagar is on. my recollection is that when i first discovered them they were south of £1, but no matter. placing a prohibitive price on them stops me having an entire freezer full of them, and so in turn probably helps in preventing me from feasting on nothing else but these, which would totes sort out, as in knack, my arteries even faster than what cigarettes (sorry) probably shall. 

do i really believe that having these chips available once more in some way more or less makes up for all of the other ills in our brave new world? perhaps not entirely, no. or not at all. but, you know what, i like them, and it makes, for me, a better place in which i live. it's the little things one has to clutch to, i have come to accept. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!