As part of being good corporate eggs at work, off we popped to Weston to do a volunteer beach clean (although as the coach pulls into park, we do comment on how we’ve never seen a cleaner beach before in our lives, making this in practice just a very nice stroll on the beach for a while). Our reward for this do-good-ery? Fish and chips on the pier. We descend on Tiffany’s, the kind of once upscale restaurant that used to be the talk of the town but has fallen into some kind of psychic disrepair, neither fully losing what it must once have been but never able to reclaim it fully. I have never been gladder to not be vegetarian, the veggie burger looking hilariously underwhelming in comparison to the fish and chips themselves - admittedly, not the best I’ve ever had, but they’re free and served with a large glass of white wine. The tartar sauce is suitably tangy. The batter falls apart a bit. The chips leave something to be desired. But it’s a reward for a job nominally done, and after a while in the arcade wasting our time on penny machines, we return to the office feeling like we have made a difference. Ish.