Original oil painting on a standard 10" standard ceramic dinner plate. Includes wall hanger.
 
I went out and drank a lot of beers one sunny afternoon in 1996 somewhere in London - can't remember where or who with. I swaggered back to my basement flat in Camberwell Green, cut up some potatoes and started to deep fry them. Then I fell asleep on my bed... After a while I was awoken by my good neighbour Paul shouting my name 'steffan, steffan, steffan! - your chips are burning' Paul saved me from certain disaster - I woke up turned the smoking hob off and my chips were completely black with a glossy tar finish - I kept them on a plate in the kitchen for the next 12 months as a warning not to cook when drunk. In another sense I had my chips.