Assault & Battery
Every year there used to be an annual small boat competition on the Isle Of Arran which our club always used to fish.
On the pier at Lamlash, there was a resident fish and chip van which was always the first port of call as soon as we got back to the shore.
One evening, there were about twenty of us standing waiting to be served and talking about the ones that got away and so on.
Suddenly the chap that was serving threw himself over the counter and just shouted “run”… which he did!
We stood there wondering what the hell he was on about when there was an almighty ‘bang’ and fish and chips started flying out of the chimney … across the counter … it seemed from all directions.
We were covered in batter and squashed fish and chips. and these damned things were red hot.
That was when we decided that we had better join him and run – which we did.
