I worked with a chap that got his delivered to a pub in EK. Just so his wife didn't see it.
When I was still an apprentice, one of the tradesmen, was not just a booze hound. He was the Baskerville of booze hounds.
Now back then they would be working two nights, a Saturday and a Sunday. For the time they'd be earning good money.
I could only go on what the other tradesmen said at the time. One time he forgot to get rid of his wageslip and his wife found it, when she was going to do the washing.
Turns out he was giving her a pittance compared to the money he was earning.
She took the two weans and just left him.
On a slightly comical sidenote. Apparently there was one guy, who mostly during the summer would turn up wearing a cricket jumper on a Saturday morning. He was going to the bowls after work. (Quite were the jumper comes in, I don't know?)
Back then, you didn't have uniforms, you just worked in the clothes you came to work in.
Alan, do you not think, wearing a white jumper like that is daft giving you're operating a machine?
It's a Saturday morning. I'm not here to work on a Saturday morning.
And apparently he was quite indignant about it. I'm here for appearance money.
Red Robbo from Coventry would have swooned.