THE minute I’d left this colourful shop at lunchtime, a swarm of youngsters of Asian origin arrived ready to dive into a Great British institution – Friday afternoon chips. Yee-hah!

They would have been very pleased. A cone weighing 300g on my in-car scales cost me just 50p for excellent chips that were cooked in fresh oil, nicely seasoned and hot.

Shame on another kid with a new packet of fags who threw his wrapper on the floor, though. Just what does it take to use a bin these days?