Only one independent butcher left? That is so sad. I remember going with my Granny to the butcher's in Osborne Road, Jesmond - we lived in Os Ave at the time, and the pillar-box on the pavement outside was an ancient octagonal one, and the lampposts were the oldfashioned ones with an iron bar sticking out which the lamplighter used to hook his ladder on before the City Fathers introduced electric lights - I don't remember the gaslights, I hasten to add! - where was I? Oh, yes. The butcher's. Sawdust on the floor, interesting fowl and rabbits hanging up in their feathers or fur so one KNEW that 'meat' wasn't just lumps of pink or white stuff wrapped in polythene...
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Date: 2006-09-15 06:44 pm (UTC)Ah, nostalgia. It's not what it was.