Chip shops round here have sold pickled eggs, from big jars of them on the counter, for years.
Though I've only ever seen drunks buy them.
When the inebriated return home, after they've sat down and eaten their fish 'n' chips, with gravy and guacamole, whoops, meant mushy peas, topped off by a pickled egg, if they root about at the back of the cupboard, they might find a packet of dried egg, left over from rationing days.
