a gang of us lads had our last drink in the albert on a foul wet night and decided to go for chips on the way home,so we went to greasy lils,as you may remember the ordering area would only take about four people at a time you ordered then stood out side till it was ready.the owner was frying and the other lady sat down talking to the eggman,on top of the range was two cats,suddenly one of the cats got up and pi**ed on the top and the pee dripped into the boiling fat which started spitting,meanwhile lil kept on shaking the basket and talking across to the eggman,the next thing to happen was one of us started to heave up then another then another in the end we were all honking outside in the rain,there must have been twelve of us ill,needless to say there was no takers for chips that night nor I believe in the future.