i grew up in a London slum in the 1950s, no bath, a toilet that had rats coming out of it when the drains blocked, we ate bread and dripping a lot, we had about 6 sacks hanging up in the scullery to collect woolens, rags, papers, copper, etc, my dad picked up dog ends, to put in his tobacco tin, London smog, Christ you cant beat the good old days, Rickets, scurvy, nits, izal toilet paper, icicles on the inside of the windows, lino on the floor, if you were lucky, we cut up newspapers, bring back those days I am feeling nostalgic.