A Tolerance Of Below-par Dining Conditions

Have you ever been to the Hungry Trout in New Quay? The New Quay in Wales that is – not the smurf resort in Cornwall.

If you are planning an outdoor lunch at the Trout between one thirty and two o'clock in the afternoon then you may want to reconsider and eat inside. Every day between these times a line marking truck turns up directly outside, making an awful racket and pumping out a right smoky stench before crawling down the road to deposit road lines.

In the early hours of each day a man called Fletcher Baines drives over these lines with a road marking eraser machine to warrant the road marking machine's daily return to relay the lines.

Apparently this has been going on here for eighteen years but, as yet, no one has ever complained. We didn't complain today either. We just held our hands over our noses and ate our fish'n'chips in silence.

And they say human beings are an intolerant race.

'Would you like a side salad with that Sir'