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I used to live near "V. Spooner - Butcher" although I never quite had the nerve to go in and ask for a mound of pince and some chalk pops. But this was in the 70s, in a village that was looking firmly backwards, if not inwards, and even the greengrocer viewed me with suspicion since I'd dared to ask for a green pepper. He told me that he "didn't do that kind of thing". |