Back in the mid-1970s, when I was a younger, thinner, smarter Scruff, I was doing rude things of a military nature. Our Staff Sgt used to do a long and involved monologue about a one-man fish-and-chip shop, where on each stanza he would add some additional component. This may have been part of a drinking game (then again, what wasn’t) on the lines of Cardinal Puff.
Does anyone remember the text or a pointer to the one-man fish-and-chip shop?
The piece started (with suitable gestures):
“Hand on handle”
“Into watter for tattie”
“Chip chop Fiip”
“Bitter Batter flip”
…and went on from there. There was mushy peas and pickled onions involved somewhere