was a fish-and-chip shop in Newland Avenue, Hull, patronised by Hull University students when I was there (1972–1975) perversely because it was so bad. George in our student house liberally used the words “grease and filth”, with adjectives indicating plenitude, in describing it. Everything that came out of the fryer was dark brown, but you could tell which was fish and which was one of the chips because the fish was quite a lot bigger. The ageing lady behind the counter was taken to be Monica and the man in the grubby roll-neck jumper with her was thus dubbed Mr. Monica. The tabloid newspaper Daily Mirror used to have a section called “Old Codgers” which featured people’s recommendations about places and services they had enjoyed; and George wrote in to Old Codgers: “I reckon I know a good bit of cod when I taste it, so we recommend Monica’s Fish Palace.…” His letter extolling the supposed virtues of Monica’s establishment continued similarly, and concluded that it was “well worth one visit.” Monica didn’t see the irony of George’s letter, and used to give him free portions if he was foolhardy enough to go in there afterwards. The expressions “Monica’s Fish Palace” and “well worth one visit” found their way into the listing in the students’ union handbook after that. |
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