Ah! You mean Skegvegas. Withernsea - The last resort.
Back in the day it was on my patch. We rotated patches for a while. I had a nurse observer with me and were having a light hearted general chat about stereotypical resident of With. You know - webs between the toes and fingers, cyclops features, banjos and so on.
So we decide on fish and chips for tea and walked into the chip shop. There was this apparition behind the counter that seemingly ticked every box. Thing was my nurse observer was struggling to stifle a laugh and it got worse then it just became infectious and I started.
Anyway I said something into my radio (not really) "Got to go, job on. Back soon hopefully"
We did manage to compose ourselves and get fish and chips that evening from the same emporium.
I know it was unprofessional but sometimes events just take over :)
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