If John West is reading this, I’d like to apologise on Ray’s behalf for the errant tins of salmon. That said, when we were running out of Jacobs biscuits in Long lane, up to Uddingston or down to Reading for Pritchett’s, it wasn’t unusual to find the odd Club biscuit or two lurking around in the cab, and sometimes the occasional Mars bar if we were backloading out of Slough.
Regards. Eddie.