They were here, they were everywhere, but now they’re gone.
The smell of: boiled cabbage, Gitanes, Hawaiian Tropic
renting your TV
amusing toilet signs (at the seaside: GULLS and BUOYS)
gobstoppers, aniseed balls
dollÔÇÖs eye switchboards
tinned spaghetti and spaghetti on toast
bed socks, bed jackets
hair glitter (90s)
fortune tellers (still around in side streets)
Ah well, once we leave the EU we won’t want to eat European food any more (baguettes, pasta) so it’ll be back to toad-in-the-hole and plain boiled cabbage followed by sago pudding.