Mango is a faux-classy fruit for the Hyacinth Buckets of the world. True upper-class folk enjoy papaya, guava and pomegranate.
Growing up on a Thamesmead council estate, I didn't even get an apple. The closest I got to fruit was an orange Jubbly of a weekend, and only in the summer.
When I was a kid there was an old boy near me who had a plot of land and had an orchard on it, every Halloween he'd give the apples out to us kids and we loved it, he bred Jack Russells as well and we got a pup from him, Trudy was her name and she went on to have her own litters, good times.
There was a fashion in the 70's for wearing track suit bottoms tucked into football socks with shorts worn over the top. The scene in Baggy Trousers with kids kicking a ball around in an adventure playground shows a little scallywag who looked just like me at the time.
