Retro Roamer
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■ At the east end of the High Street – at Low’s, in fact – manager Bob Christie was down on his hunkers stocking shelves. The inevitable voice from the ‘Saaf’ percolated down to him. ‘Where’s your Bovril, please’? Bob essayed a half-hunker turn and advised: ‘You’ll get that on the big stand, just over there.’ Returned to his chores. Then the voice returned to Bob. ‘If I’d wanted lavatory paper, I’d have asked for that!’ Bob, upright once more, and only slightly discomfited, responded: ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you said bog roll!’