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( Review of Lost in Translation )
Well, I hope that made sense...
While in Jericho (my old neighbourhood, where the cinema can be found) I discovered that the fish and chip shop, previously known as 'Chicken Barbecue', and with a Coca-Cola sign that dated it to pre-1980, has been completely revamped, with a stainless steel and mirrors interior, and renamed 'Posh Fish'. I'm not an icthyophage, but succumbed to the temptation of a regular bag of chips. The portion was huge, consistently-cooked, and served in an insulated bag that served the food well as I ate it on my way to the car. It did nothing for the cause of my losing a few pounds (I should have been mortified after Christmas to learn that I now have a 40-inch waist, but instead I was mildly perturbed) but kept me warm on a night that was colder than Oxford has known this week.
Well, I hope that made sense...
While in Jericho (my old neighbourhood, where the cinema can be found) I discovered that the fish and chip shop, previously known as 'Chicken Barbecue', and with a Coca-Cola sign that dated it to pre-1980, has been completely revamped, with a stainless steel and mirrors interior, and renamed 'Posh Fish'. I'm not an icthyophage, but succumbed to the temptation of a regular bag of chips. The portion was huge, consistently-cooked, and served in an insulated bag that served the food well as I ate it on my way to the car. It did nothing for the cause of my losing a few pounds (I should have been mortified after Christmas to learn that I now have a 40-inch waist, but instead I was mildly perturbed) but kept me warm on a night that was colder than Oxford has known this week.
