People That Come Calling For Money???

At your house, probably a thing of the past but there are still a few.

Mine would be The Milkman. Got shut of Window Cleaner and the Kleeneze bloke.

Banks of the Croal wrote:At your house, probably a thing of the past but there are still a few.

Mine would be The Milkman. Got shut of Window Cleaner and the Kleeneze bloke.

We got shut of the window cleaner a couple of years back, I never really saw the point plus he was unreliable.

The guys who do Kleeneze keep popping it through our letter box every now and then even though we never buy from them, we even put it back on the doorstep for them to pick up and never take it so it ends up in the recycling bin.

Haven't had an Avon catalog for a good while which is good as that is a load of shite as well.

I'm absolutely sick of the shit that gets posted through our letter box especially with the amount of junk mail we all seem to get these days!

I wish they would all just fuck off to be honest.

What about the big guys with baseball bats.

You need to buy a penthouse, no fucker gets past the doorman, hence I haven't had junk mail since 2003.

I do miss the Farmfoods mailer though, you could often get two packs of onion rings for the price of one.

Our binmen knock on the door at Christmas expecting a tip. They get fuck all from me,mainly because the job's a doddle. Down our way the bins have to be out before 7am,handles turned to the roadway,and with the lids fully closed.If the lids are slightly open they won't empty them. If the bin is full and you leave a refuse sack by the side of it they won't take that either. Bastards. When I was a lad the bins were steel,and the binmen carried them round to the wagon then brought them back for you. You could put owt in em too,including hot ashes. This lot have it easy.

boltonbonce wrote:Our binmen knock on the door at Christmas expecting a tip. They get fuck all from me,mainly because the job's a doddle. Down our way the bins have to be out before 7am,handles turned to the roadway,and with the lids fully closed.If the lids are slightly open they won't empty them. If the bin is full and you leave a refuse sack by the side of it they won't take that either. Bastards. When I was a lad the bins were steel,and the binmen carried them round to the wagon then brought them back for you. You could put owt in em too,including hot ashes. This lot have it easy.

Don't get me started on the bins! We have a nightmare with our bin men, they are a bunch of twats!  

I do feel your pain BB!

Thanks KP. It's not just turkey's that need stuffing at Christmas.

boltonbonce wrote:Thanks KP. It's not just turkey's that need stuffing at Christmas.

 

Back when I was growing up.
The Rentman
The Meter Man.
The Pop Man
The Bleach Man think it was called Lanry?
The Coupon Man
The Washer Man we rented our washer back then he also doubled up as a Money Lender.
The Television Man, it had a box on the back and you had to put think it was about a tanner in it for about a hour of Tv.
Catalogue Women.
Fucking Neighbours on the cadge.

No wonder we never had any fucking money left by Sunday, nearly forgot The Coalman.

The bleach man??  Growing up my mum has a tv with a meter, it was Shite!!

The Bleach Man he just used to deliver bottles of Bleach off the back of a Lorry and my Mam used to get a couple a week.

We had a slot TV,and it was shite. But not as shite as the indoor aerial. What a nightmare they were.

Burglars, remember coming in one night while both my parents were out and finding the tele on the floor and the Meter box broken open and the money gone, cunts. Best about it was my wages for that week were in a drawer a few inches away and untouched, thank fuck.

This brings some memories back. Corona pop off the back of a lorry, legit.
The bleach was called Lanry, hence the term Lanry head. I'll leave you to guess in what direction that's pointed.

The fish man used to call every week with freshly caught Fleetwood fish. Ringtons tea was also a regular visitor with his vintage van. We also got our bread and cakes off a van,'Craigs pantry'. Delicious.

boltonbonce wrote:The fish man used to call every week with freshly caught Fleetwood fish. Ringtons tea was also a regular visitor with his vintage van. We also got our bread and cakes off a van,'Craigs pantry'. Delicious.

Fuckin' 'ell, Bonce, did your parents ever go to the shops or did you just get it all delivered in, you middle-classed ponce?  

What was your caviar and lobster man called?

Anyone remember the flycatcher man walking round the streets of Salford tall all in black with a tall hat covered in fly papers ,he would sell them and his hat would be covered in flies buzzing ,scary looking fucker,  like something out of a Stephen king story.