Or mad auntie gladice firing brussel sprouts from her v***** at us

Excellent point and very true. My mates do not believe me about how poor we were but I did a straw poll of people born in the sixties and before and this thing about no central heating, coal fires and ice on the inside of the windows was a common theme.

I wanted an Action Man for Christmas all I got was an empty box my dad told me it was an Action Man Deserter

One more point

Happened everywhere....I worked in the Railway Hotel opposite Streatham Common station.

I worked in a pub. The brewery used to allow for wastage out of every tap when pub opened for a session. It all went into a slop tray which was fed into the Mild Barrel. The only exception was you couldn’t use Guinness slops as it didn’t mix very well.

Ah yes, Morecombe & Wise - two blokes who shared a house and a bed, and no-one even thought to wonder if they were gay...

A stairway to Heaven and a Highway to Hell give some indication of expected traffic numbers

We had Christmas once,