THE NEXT ONE FRIES
What happens when the venue for a prestigious international conference is switched from a top stately home to one of the country’s most troubled housing estates? When hundreds of the locals agree to give up their flats for a few days for the delegates, and take their place at the luxury manor house? And when the conference head honcho falls in love with the owner of the local fish & chip shop?
What happens when brides-to-be start disappearing just before their weddings? When the kidnapper threatens to fry one of them? And when a finger turns up in a bag of chips?
As both the police and the council's food department investigate, it seems that one particular fish shop holds the answers to all these questions, every one of which is ultimately revealed in a profusion of confusion and in the middle of a riot.
With the sort of plot you’d find in a Tom Sharpe, and the prose you’d expect from PG Wodehouse or John Mortimer, The Next One Fries has the British class system and all its prejudices bang to rights.
The only thing to come out unscathed is the shining reputation of that exemplar of British cuisine, fish & chips.