My first commercial dealings were with a chap who stood by the end of the bar in the Queens Head in Turnpike Lane. He kept it plain and simple as to not bother with change, £5 or when the dole cheques for persons unknown arrived at the house £10.
Quite the entrepreneur I tell you.
There was one time he was unable to help us so he told us to accompany him to his flat when the pub ended, the flats above Wood Green Shopping Centre.
Go back to the Great White North, Pat.
Dentists there are miles ahead of the butchers available to us here in my ancestral homeland.