Cyril the coke


Billy Q

In the early 70's our coalman in a Suffolk village restricted customers to a half hundredweight during the miners strike. Cyril was an ex- submariner always with a Churchman's Counter Shag tickler-lit or unlit-hanging from his lips. He was having his usual drip in the village pub and telling us of the woman who came running out saying her daughter was expecting a baby and needed more coal. Missus he said It wouldn't matter if she was expecting a bloody row of Council Houses--She's only getting half a bag.

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