Tuesday, 30 September 2014

And while we are talking about Chip Shops...

OK, While I am rambling on about Chip Shops (see previous post) can I just say a word about a chip shop in Leamore?
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I went to secondary School in Leamore (Yes - that one!) and started in 1968. We used to go and get our chips from a chip shop called The Copper Fish and then catch the lift to the top floor of Dover House and look out the windows at the world below us as we ate our lunch (no mischief or vandalism and yes, we took our chip papers out with us).
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Do you know that chip shop is still there and still called The Copper Fish? Now I don't want to give too much away about my age (you get sensitive when you are pushing thirty) but that has got to be some kind of record? Even the wonderful Majors (praise-be to the batter bits) was only established in 1975, the Copper Fish must have been going for about fifty years without a change of name. Fifty years of service to the community and not shouting the odds about it. I am just saying, that's taking modesty and reserve a bit far, if my company had been going fifty years I think I might shout about it a bit?
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I haven't been in there for more time than I can remember (probably mid-seventies) so I cant comment on the quality of the product, but from my experience if there are two things that the people of Leamore can talk about with authority its chips and ale and you don't get to stay open for fifty years without doing something right!
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Well done Copper Fish, fifty years acknowledged by someone you don't know! Come on, it must be better than nowt? - Chaz

Up for it and had a go!

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I have just been on Twitter and sent a deep and meaningful Tweet.
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Don't worry I haven't gone soft and fuzzy I just took pity on the eleven (yes ELEVEN) people who have apparently been following me and waiting patiently for me to say something. Even Twitter were surprised, they sent me a welcome back e-mail and told me that they haven't heard from me for a long time (actually it was once in July 2012) I even know what my Twitter address is (and yes I really didn't know that until today, apparently I am: @ChazMason1.)
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Do you know, I am so excited about this that I think I can feel another Tweet coming on, oh, hang on, no, it was just wind (I knew I shouldn't have eaten all that Garlic Bread). Actually you may be wondering why I was on the aforesaid website, well it was to follow up on a kind e-mail from Vivian Emery who advised me how to try and get my Staffs Bird News back, nothing has happened so far but a big thank you to Vivien for her kindness in trying to help.
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And NO - I wasn't rude to those eleven people who enhanced my life by making me believe (just for a glorious moment) that someone somewhere believes that I have the potential to say something meaningful and worth reading (you lot know better!).


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My contract with Wolverhampton City Council is soon to end and today I found myself in Bilston, that last bastion of genuine Black Country life. For fifteen months I have resisted temptation but this lunchtime I thought 'What the heck' and succumbed to a bag of chips and batter bits from the best Chip Shop in the Black Country (Yeah, you can think different but who's blog is it, eh?). To be honest if you can find a better Chip shop than Majors in Bilston you are doing really well (last Christmas they apparently did deep-fried Mince Pies - now that's nouvelle cuisine!).
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See how well off you are? If I was social and not Anti-Social I could have sat there in beautiful Bilston and Tweeted you all:
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"Hi, I'm outside Major's Chip Shop eating Chips and Batter Bits"
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Wouldn't that have enhanced your day? - If it makes you happy then do it, but for my eleven followers I have to say, thanks guys, but if you are waiting for another tweet you may end up with a beard down to your knees (and that's just the ladies!) - Enjoy the rest of it - Chaz