Dave, I guess you were the yob. I worked at a butchers in Hockley Brook when I was at school in the 50's. Later when I left school I worked in Farm Street. Although it was the 1950's, the way you were treated was more like the 1850's. When I was not called Yob, I was called Brian, the name of the last Yob who got the sack for fiddling the till and who I replaced. When I left to get a job at Wolf Electric in Handsworth, I was sneered at, 'He's getting a job in a factory, lady', the customers were told and I had to write a note to put in the window for my replacement: 'Smart boy wanted'. I started on £3 a week and got £4 10s after three years. My replacement started on £4 10s. I spent many a happy hour dressing chickens in the back. It was in the mid 50's that chicken's became available cheaply.