Wandered around victoria for the last time with flatmate, who is heading back to the northern lands to escape the clutches of the capitals maddening pace, coldness and 'treacherous people', a term which i find myself using more and more.
So it was a final pottering meander that we took in the facade of westminster cathedral, wonderful pigeon sized flats, lots of glass and a very-dead pigeon.
But before all of that, i must give an excellent mention to one of the better tasting chippies i've had the great fortune to visit and sample their goods, since the last one in dudley over 15 years ago. But this one is located in strutton ground, sw1. Tucked away right at the far end, off and out of sight of victoria street. A chippie that can indeed boast, of the best in its title.
We entered the premises to find only one patron sitting down. At times like that second thoughts usually kick in as to the wiseness of continuing any farther. But after having no breakfast - and it was just approaching noon - my growling stomach wasn't taking no for an answer.
As it transpired, within ten minutes of sitting down and placing our orders, the cafe was packed. Filled with office workers. Other workers, locals and a queue snaking out of the shop.
The chips had a wonderful crispy exterior and meltingly desirable interior. The added bonus been generously filled plates - and not the size zero measures you seem to find plonked in front of you, at many other establishments nowadays. You can always judge a decent chippie by its chips. So full marks to the laughing halibut.
With repast complete, it was time to meander out and have a potter, whilst taking a few snaps of the area in the process.
Almost at the start of this I did mention a dead pigeon. Now, not to be gratuitous, this is just the unlucky end of of one of our feathered city co-habitants! Suppose it had a quick end and wasn't pecked to death by a murder of crows!
If you're squeamish, don't scroll any further!!!!!
I did warn you!!!
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