Originally Posted by
Holden_C
Used to be loads of Dingle men hanging about oohing and aahing at the electric lights Rod.
While their sister/mother/daughters were shown a good time by the locals. Voddy and lime instead of beer and black then a trip around the back alleys of Sheffield for a bit of what they thought of as romance, before they asked you to marry them.
Being gentlemen in Sheffield, a burger or chip butty* on the way back to the Stage Coach returning to 1954, was de riguer.
* If you copped off with one you were happy for your mates to see, you might even treat them to a Wimpy. But even if she was Miss Kendray or Athersley, you'd still be greeted by barking noises as you walked in.