A cap and short trousers till you wer fourteen years old, and when you got long trousers, woe betide you if you holed the knees, the knees were patched, with whatever material your mam had, but jesus, your right lughole got well sore.
Joplings, the first store in the universe with a commisionair, and the best of all, Escalators, played on them for hours, till the said commisionair, said it was time to go home. but not unkindly.
