Sylvia Murphy and chips

I’m told it’s the best fish supper in town….
‘Never had Montpelciano in a chippie before.
(Can’t spell it even)
On my left is a bloke in clothes that Elton John would be proud of - complete with spangled glasses.
Sitting opposite him is ‘dufflecoat man’. (Ooooh. Watch it.)
There’s a queue for fish and chips as long as your arm.
I can see why.
I have lucked into a different world.
I’ve gone back to a Friday night forty years ago.
My waitress, Silvia, Is straight from a Shepperton movie, with her kindly ‘Loves’ and ‘Darlins’.
Hopefully the recession is good for this timeless institution……
more smiling faces than I’ve seen in a restaurant for a long time.
Anxious man - on phone talks about his Mum in hospital, exchanges a constant flow of pleasantries with Silvia.
Lady - with a cap that she’s had since the sixties, goes through her texts and awaits her cod.
She holds her cheeks and wonders what I’m writing about.