"When I were a lad, growing up in Yorkshire, our mum would send me down to t'corner store wi' a shilling, and I'd come back wi' five pounds o' potatoes, two loaves o' bread, three quarts o' milk, some offal for t'ferret, a tin of mushy peas, a rabbit for t'whippet, a pound o' cheese, a packet o' bacon, an' 'alf a dozen eggs.
Ya can't do that now.
Too many bloody security cameras!"
