Dennis, with me it was candy floss and Blackpool rock.They said I had a weak stomach, but everyone got a bit! To this day I can't stand rock.Same here with the working Mum, ninety per cent of my generation's Mums were in the Cotton mills watching a frame. Mine did mornings in a shop, so there was usually at least one of my mates getting stuck into her corned beef hash. Mind you that was when I first started work, must have been around 18. Used to bring my mate home from the Mill! He tipped up five bob a week, not to be sneezed at in 1965. Especially for 'tater pie of my Mum's standard! Ian