At around the time that could be officially classed as lunchtime I nipped into the local Coop and bought a supplementary cheese and onion sandwich and a bag of crisps to pacify that rumbling tummy. I was off to Exeter for a ward meeting and on the way to the car I started to tuck into to the bag of salt and vinegar sticks. It brought back a memory.
When I was a child in the seventies eating in the streets was a no-no, a social faux-pas. I remember my Mama Lovelygrey buying a bakery snack when we were out shopping once and we had to cower in an alleyway to eat. I thought that it was all a bit silly myself but my mum was insistent. Etiquette had to be preserved. Now that street food is an established part of British culture is it now completely acceptable to be seen snaffling a sausage roll in public?