Pollocks

Yesterday, while shopping in Nunhead, I passed Sopers and spotted a chap being interviewed.  It was quite low-key: the interviewer held a small mike and carried a digital-l0oking black box on his belt.  The interviewee was bouncy and bearded and was explaining how he liked a good Pollock.  My guess was it was a bit of local advertising and/or the local paper.

So, today, imagine my surprise to hear a bouncy voice explaining on Broadcasting House how it 'liked a good Pollock' - from Sopers fish shop 'in South East London'. 

Which turned out to be quite an extended piece about ensuring you bought sustainable fish - with the Sopers person sounding quite knowledgeable about the subject.

Imagine my surprise...

Flat Out

So yesterday we decided that we’d have a fish supper this weekend; after discussion, lemon sole was identified as the dish of choice and around elevenish I toddled off to Sopers to purchase same.

The man in front of me bought three lemon sole and there was only one left on the ice, so I asked if there were more out back. “No,” came the reply, “there’s been a real run on flat fish this weekend – brill’s your best bet now.”

While I pondered the notion of a run on flat fish in Nunhead, the man behind me started ordering brill as though they were a vanishing species – as indeed they rapidly appeared to be.

So finally, and despite the fact that I had to supplement it with some less-fat seafood to make the meal complete, I did get the last lemon sole in Nunhead this weekend.

And I still feel quite bemused by the notion of a local run on flat fish.

And just a little guilty.