We used to lie under the lorry and catch the drips from the melting ice that brought the fish to Geordie’s fish shop.
Gas mantles
My Mam would send me down to Coasters for a gas mantle about every three months. These were very fragile, about the size of a large egg and each in its own little box. Of course, if there were any lads knocking about you could say goodbye to the gas mantle getting home intact.
We also used to lie under the lorry and catch the drips from the melting ice that brought the fish to Geordie’s fish shop. Most of Willington Quay has disappeared, but every time I return to the UK, my visit is never complete without a drive around the old streets; happy times.