Here's the scenario: You're in the small town of Devizes, UK. You're walking down the street on a cold, rainy evening when you see a car parked nearby, with all the windows steamed up. The car is shaking ever so slightly, and as you pass beside it you can hear voices moaning with pleasure. What do you think is going on?
Why, it's just our family, sitting in the car and enjoying some fish and chips, steaming hot and straight out of the local chip shop's fryer, succulent and crispy enough to elicit mmmmm's and ahhhhh's from all five hungry family members, the perfect dinner after a long day of sightseeing and touring.
You dirty-minded thing, you.