My friend Ron Allan forwards a lot of interesting material to me, and I acknowledge him as the source of the following two slivers of good advice:
Dietary: “Eat what grandma used to eat.”
Life style: “Exertion and exercise, like grandpa used to do.”
That’s not an either/or thing, by the way. If you eat dripping sandwiches and treacle pudding, as many grandmas did not so long ago, you need to do 10 hours of hard physical labour six days a week.
The other day I came across this advertisement in a British newspaper, dated 1960.
I think it’s an interesting capsule of social history. Single ladies could apply for permanent employment, with pension rights and the promise of a gratuity on marriage. Married ladies were restricted to temporary employment, but at the same rates of pay.
You may, like me, be intrigued by the bank’s address. Poultry is still a road in the commercial heart of London. It runs for 100 metres between Cheapside and Cornhill, immediately to the south-west of the Bank of England and close to Grocers’ Hall Court, Old Jewry and Ironmonger Lane. It was where chickens were sold 500 years ago.
I love places that retain their history in their names – and in their monuments (see my earlier post ‘Cecil Rhodes and Other Reminders’). There was a call to change the name of Liverpool’s Penny Lane, made famous by The Beatles, because it was named after the slave-trader James Penny. I’m glad to say that the good Councillors decided against a change.