Fish and Chips

A fond memory from my boyhood was the daily late afternoon arrival of a lorry like this. Within minutes folks were coming out of their bungalows with coinage in hand.

The smell was heavenly. No napkins were supplied so people brought their own (after getting grease on your hands and wrists a few times you learn).

He would park near a public rubbish bin so you could deposit your lard laden newspaper.



About the same time the Corona Man would pull up selling these.

 
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