Deep and crisp and uneven. I was forced to remake, and therefore eat again, the fabulous unfried fish and chips about which I eulogised earlier this week. On that occasion bad light ( it being a January evening) halted photography. This time they were featured as Sunday lunch, which seemed appropriate after my recent photographic encounter with the gates to the bovine river Styx, so I can share this daylight portrait of the little beauty with you. The picture sports a visual cliché so beloved of the advertising fraternity – “the exposed fish face”. I remember that inanity actually having some importance to me in an earlier life. That which was of such import was the anticipation of being very well paid, and which involved Oscar winning performances at pre production meetings during which I had to appear as someone who gave a flying fish. Those days are thankfully/sadly over. Thankfully, as I sleep better at night: sadly, as without them I’m lucky to have a roof over my head.