the joy of fried chicken isn't just in its taste or value but the minimum effort. you have no hand in making it, couldn't give a shit where it came from and you're reinforcing a sacred bond with the guy in the shop every time he hands you over the bag (unless you get delivery chicken but SE5 hasn't been blessed with this luxury apart from those fucked up halal pizza-kebab-chicken-curry-puke hybrids with nasty psychedelic food collage menus, hell no). it's a ritual that depends on the awkward boss/boss relationship. so i dunno how i feel about finding this in peckham netto:
frozen SFC.
even
10/10 for packaging and website design alone though, it's immaculate