[Doug]

They where the days, long drops, White washed walls, Tillie lamps, spiders and rough torn four by fours hanging off a six inch nail.

The chips stayed warmer in printed paper “which was a blessing when you had to walk all the way down to Ormerod Street for them” and you had the chance of getting the front page of the Observer if you where quick. Yes we where that poor, I walked up and down Willows Lane to Green Howarth with two pages of the Observer in my shoes for six months. When winter came we changed over to the waxed wrapper off a Mothers Pride medium sliced. Anyone remember the Bread man coming round.