A comical look back at my 54 years as a fishmonger, from health inspectors, the origin of a “red herring”, why salmon nearly became extinct, the pike and the police and what the price of butter has to do with being a fishmonger.Views: 10 | Enquiries: 0
I was a fishmonger in Reading town centre for 54 years so I know not only about the fish trade, but running a small business as well. My business was called The Smelly Alley Fish Company.
I was born in Reading during the great freeze of 1947, and lived there until I emigrated to the West Country 45 years later.
My wife, Liz, and I have a smallholding in Somerset where we keep 25 cats, a dog, a mule, three ponies and various ducks, chickens and pigeons. When time allows we help out by catching and rehoming cats in the local area, especially feral cats. At least that is the intention, many of them end up staying with Liz and Kevin on their smallholding.
I have given talks at Reading town hall, to WI members, U3A Groups, Probus Clubs, Rotary Clubs, to an animal sanctuary, and I am now a veteran of the speaker circuit. I visit Reading (the virus allowing) so I can also speak in Berkshire, Hampshire and Oxfordshire.
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