[Margaret Pilkington]

I can remember being sent into the Market Hall one day when we had had a run on pork sausages......I was kind of sweet on one of the young lads on the stall......he was a couple of years older than me. He gave me the tray of sausages,wrapped up and when my hands were full he dropped something into my pocket and winked at me.......I was over the moon. When I got back to the Peel St shop (blushing like mad at my impure thoughts) I plonked down the sausages on the counter and delved into my pocket.....to find that the lousy blighter had dropped a pigs eye into my pocket......no wonder he winked.
Strange, I went right off him after that!