Must say I'm jealous you get fruit and veg delivered to your door - I am guessing it's viirtually straight out of the ground? We've got a plot of allotments behind our house and it's always tempting to jump the fence oin the middle of the night and nick some of the stuff.......
Yeah pretty much. You tell them what you want and if you're not in they just leave it for ya and you square them up the next week, bit like a drug dealer "Bag a spuds on strap Donald...you know I'm a good for it."
We used to get milk delievered, but he put the prics up 25% and when I did a price check at Tesco, we were paying double what you could get a Tesco, so sacked him.
I used to love it when someone would come round asking if we wanted to buy tablet and macaroon ... never happens anymore kids today are lazy buggers too busy playing call of duty.
We've still got one, a sprightly little fella with a strong Wigan accent. He always wears his Liverpool FC top and runs everywhere.
We had the Alpine ginger man The Butcher Van The Milkman The Egg n Tottie Van The Grocer's van The Chip van
As in someone to bully? Calls at your door and you call him a ginger twat? You not have a pokey van Pud? When I was a kid our icre-cream man got busted for selling gear. He was like Big Worm from Friday, but white and skinny and some gash tattoos.
