Keep the stories coming
Danny, so enjoyable.
I remember those bikes vividly, mainly for the same reason as
Chugalug.
My Uncle had a butchers shop in Blackpool. I started at an early age gutting chickens and boning out lamb breasts. I progressed as I got older. As soon as I was big enough to ride the errand bike that was it. Off to hotels, guest houses and homes laden down with meat and eggs. Winter was the only time I got caught out going down the hill on Northgate, where I skidded and came off. Not many eggs left btw! For that I got the princely sum of 2/6d on a Saturday. Plus tips if I was lucky.
Sorry for the departure...back to you fliers.
