The Poolie Bunker

As a youth I remember seeing my uncle at the beginning of December one year walking along Catcote Road in the direction of the Catholic Club. He was a mission, and said 'I can't stop, I'm going down the club, the chits are in!'.

A couple of years later I joined the Belle Vue Club in anticipation of such rewards. But what did everybody get that first Christmas of membership? A bloody selection box! All we wanted was chits.