Sunday afternoon, brown bread, Pin, and a winkle or twenty......
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Awwwwwwwww - we always used to have winkles with our tea on a Sunday. As a kid i was chief winkle picker - I loved that job
Awwwwwwwww - we always used to have winkles with our tea on a Sunday. As a kid i was chief winkle picker - I loved that job
Teeny tiny shrimps....peeling them, took ages.....taste ...yum....
i once rowed on a bunch of students on the bus-i won the arguement and strutted off to get off the bus, promptly tripped and went arse over elbow and my bag of winkles fell open and rolled down the top deck
everyone laughed
i once rowed on a bunch of students on the bus-i won the arguement and strutted off to get off the bus, promptly tripped and went arse over elbow and my bag of winkles fell open and rolled down the top deck
everyone laughed
bet you cried as you saw them rolling away!
I hope every single winkle was gathered up ..............can you imagine the stink from a rouge winkle or two that slipped down the crevices?
i once rowed on a bunch of students on the bus-i won the arguement and strutted off to get off the bus, promptly tripped and went arse over elbow and my bag of winkles fell open and rolled down the top deck
everyone laughed
bet you cried as you saw them rolling away!
nah,
no crying,
well not until i got off the bus and cried with embarrassment
Potted shrimp, thin crusty toast.....what I'd give....
I hope every single winkle was gathered up ..............can you imagine the stink from a rouge winkle or two that slipped down the crevices?
and what a waste of mascara too.
No taste.....the lot of you!....
Sunday afternoon, brown bread, Pin, and a winkle or twenty......
Golden days, Syd, golden days
Bob White's stall outside the Oval station every Sunday morning with my dad.
Or failing that, round to the shop in Kennington Lane if it was raining.
Head of celery, pint of prawns, ditto scampi and a few tubs of jellied eels.
Luvverly grub.
Sunday afternoon, brown bread, Pin, and a winkle or twenty......
Golden days, Syd, golden days
Bob White's stall outside the Oval station every Sunday morning with my dad.
Or failing that, round to the shop in Kennington Lane if it was raining.
Head of celery, pint of prawns, ditto scampi and a few tubs of jellied eels.
Luvverly grub.
Our Sunday night teas were something else .........................my dad worked in the market - we had a full salad lettuce, cucumber, celery, tomatoes, cress, water cress, beetroot - ham and tongue - prawns, winkles and cockles and of course the obligatory bread and butter!
All this on top of a full fried breakfast at 9.30 or 10 - huuuuuuuuuuuuge roast dinner at 2 and tea at 6. My poor old mum - it was work, work, work!
I forgot the whelks! (My dad'll kill me )
Love the fact that my Sunday tea was shared with others....a great feeling.....
Who had Jelly and squeezed it through their front teeth?......
(I know it was just me!)
I forgot the whelks! (My dad'll kill me )
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeugh i forgot them too ......................................I had managed to erase that from my memory - cheers
Who had Jelly and squeezed it through their front teeth?......
(I know it was just me!)
Better get your coat, Syd
I forgot the whelks! (My dad'll kill me )
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeugh i forgot them too ......................................I had managed to erase that from my memory - cheers
You don't like a nice tub of whelks?
Dripping in chilli vinegar and smothered in pepper?
I munch on a tubful most weeks driving home from the fishmongers...
Winkles? Y'wot?
They're lubberly
i remember on a friday night and the seafood man used to come round
he used to charge me to eat his winkle
but the priest told me not to mention it
i remember on a friday night and the seafood man used to come round
he used to charge me to eat his winkle
but the priest told me not to mention it