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 
Originally Posted by Soozy Woo:
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
Originally Posted by pirate1111:
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?
Originally Posted by Syd:
Originally Posted by pirate1111:
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....
Originally Posted by Soozy Woo:
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!....
Originally Posted by Syd:
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.
Sea Filth alert!
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
Originally Posted by Syd:
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!)
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
I forgot the whelks! (My dad'll kill me )
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeugh i forgot them too ......................................I had managed to erase that from my memory - cheers
Originally Posted by Syd:
Who had Jelly and squeezed it through their front teeth?......
(I know it was just me!)
Better get your coat, Syd
Originally Posted by Soozy Woo:
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
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?
Originally Posted by Garage Joe:
Sea Filth alert!
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
