What a shame. On a few occasions my wife and I woke up at ridiculous o'clock and made our way down to Billingsgate market on the underground. We'd come back with fish and a big salmon in a black bin-bag, which I'd do a progressively less horrific job of filleting each time.
Our reward would be a bacon/sausage and egg butty and a stiff cup of builder's tea.
Our reward would be a bacon/sausage and egg butty and a stiff cup of builder's tea.
Good times