1610. Would you like a chip?

(Today’s story is a true incident that happened to a school friend 53 years ago).

Tony was waiting for a bus just outside the gates of Parliament. (This is long before the days when life was complicated). He’d been to town, from boarding school, to see the dentist. As all teenage boys find, he was hungry and so he had bought some fish and chips. For those not in the know, fish and chips are French fries and a piece of fish fried in batter. All is wrapped in newspaper. (This is long before the days when printer’s ink rubbed off).

There was only one other person sitting in the bus stop waiting. He was an old man, and Tony felt a bit sorry for him.

“Would you like a chip?” asked Tony, offering the goodies wrapped in newspaper. The old man accepted gratefully.

“Do you work?” asked Tony.

“Occasionally,” said the old man. “I work over there.” He pointed to Parliament buildings. “But I’m not on the permanent staff. I’m only a temporary worker.”

Tony offered him another chip.

The next morning’s newspaper reported that the Prime Minister reckoned he would’ve preferred a piece of fish.

28 thoughts on “1610. Would you like a chip?

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thank you!! Tony (in the story) and myself shared the same apartment when we were at university (with a few other students) and our next door neighbour was the then retired PM. Tony and the PM would spend hours chatting over the fence!


      1. badfinger20

        We don’t have many places where I live that it’s actually good. I do have an Irish Pub near work and they have good fish and chips. Might visit there tomorrow.

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  1. umashankar

    The heartwarming account with a ring fairy tale about it has been made delectable by the style of the raconteur. I loved the observations that life was far less complicated and the newspaper ink would not transport itself onto the edibles in toto in those times.

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