Seeing this thread on chip shop queues I thought I would share this with you.
Some years ago I was in The RAF and there I met a guy who is still a very good pal.
Around that time he was getting married and he invited me to be his best man which I accepted willingly.
He was demobilised and left the RAF but when the time came for the wedding he contacted me and I confirmed that I would keep my promise.
The wedding was to be in Doncaster which surprised me because he is Scottish and was living in Edinburgh.
I went to Doncaster for the stag night which in those days was usually held the night before the wedding.
We were drinking all afternoon and evening and eventually we ended up at his cousin's house where we were staying.
Of course Jim was p....d and was looking worse for wear. Somebody mentioned fish and chips and Jim volunteered to go and get some. We gave him a list and off he went.
He was gone ages and I went to the chip shop to see where he was. As I approached the shop there was a queue right outside the door. But on first glance I couldn't see Jim.
A man in the queue saw me looking perplexed and asked me if I was looking for a small guy.......and pointed to a wooden bench along the inside wall of the chippy. On it lay Jim, curled up in foetus poaition out to the world.
I woke him up as best I could - no mean feat - and half carried him home.