On a lighter note…
November 1998. Northallerton, North Yorkshire. I’m on a visit to Sunray. It’s Wednesday, market day in Northallerton. Sunray and I have walked the whole length of Northallerton High Street and have bought at the market:
- Ten cheap’n’cheerful thank you cards
- Four packs of AA batteries on special offer
- Ten pairs of socks
Bargains, all of them.
By now it’s gone 13:00. I’m “Hank Marvin,” starving, wasting away…
Dad, shall we stop and eat somewhere?
Oh aye, yeah. Let’s do that.
A few metres along from the greetings cards and watch batteries stall I spot a burger van, the fine aroma of friend onions wafting over to us.
As we walk past, I suggest:
Shall we eat here then?
It looks clean enough, not a salmonellaburger van.
Sunray, at about 100 decibels, takes one look and exclaims:
I’m not eating here!
Within a nanosecond, the owner leans out of the hatch in horror, swivels her head 180 degrees, left to right, looking very upset.
Spotting me crying with laughter, bent double as if punched in the stomach, and then recognising Sunray, she adds furiously:
Aye, I might have known it would be you, having a dig at my place!
Sunray and I continue walking on to the nearest fish and chip cafe. Sunray has a spring in his step. Who wanted a cheeseburger with fried onions, anyway? For me, only a Big Kahuna Burger will do.
Have a fussy day, won’t you!