In my youth, (very young youth!) I remember a butcher's shop in Rusholme in Manchester run by a lady butcher who had a son Charley, who was an errand boy delivering meat orders. She was just like Arkwright in attitude and treated Charley just the same as Granville! I have never been able to watch "Open all hours" without being reminded of them. Plus my grandmother, with whom I lived, looking in their window and snorting "Best rump steak at 7/6d a pound - robbery!" just like Mrs Featherstone who used to terrorise Granville...