My underlit picture of a portion of chips and a tub of curry sauce didn't get many plaudits for some reason
I remain a fan of chips and curry sauce, but your curry sauce looked insipid so rather than tear it to shreds (which would have been unkind) I kept my own counsel.
Chips, battered cod, curry sauce beneath a lacy veil of HP, salted and vinegared, with a slice of generously-buttered bread. Fried in beef dripping, which never happens these days. I would eat the fuck out of that, even now.
The best chip shop curry sauce comes from Chinese-run chippies, distinguished by its orange hue,
à la katsu, rather than disappointing olive drab with uncategorisable floating solids (soy lumps? sometimes, abysmally, sultanas).
The very worst is the curry sauce at motorhome shows at the Peterborough showground, being yellow and tasting like pine toilet cleaner.
But I don't eat any of that any more. Thinking of spending a year eating nothing but home-made pemmican and eggs.