Ok, so Thornton Heath and Norbury are renowned for the density of chicken shops. Geez. In fact Norbury has so many chicken shops per square meter that it is now officially known as a SI unit. Anything more that 8.5 Norburies is infinitely chicken-shop dense and causes a singularity of chicken. This sucks in all chicken eating anthropods from the event horizon of 800m away and crushes them into an infinitely small amounts of what scientists call KFCisms.
Anyhows, going through both places on the bus is like taking a guided tour of KFC (with renames, like Croydon Fried Chicken, Dallas Fried Chicken, Chicken Basket, Chicken Chicken Chicken and, of course the famous Chicken Poultry Fried Objects) World.
So why are people trying to kill each other in a deep-fried chicken pieces places?
Now I’ve been past these places after midnight when they are full to the rafters with hungry chicken eaters. That and those barbers shops. WTF? Are any other areas of the country that are not being severely islamisized like this? Just me? Oh.
I remember going to the chippie to get a sausage supper. They closed around 10pm. After that you needed to go down to the chinky, as we called it (it was the early 80s, after all, before all this politically correct common purpose bullship commie wank). Chips and gravy. Eurgh. But the best thing was that the chippie had a space invaders arcade machine! Yay! Woo! Etc!
A sad state of affairs indeed if one cannot partake in the consumption of deep-fried chicken pieces without getting stabbed in the tits.