My grandparents once lived in a flat above a pub/hotel in Morecambe. One evening my mum - just a little girl - saw GF leaving the hotel. She knocked on the window and when he looked up she put her tongue out at him. It earned her a clip round the ear.

Years later, before she became a nurse, mum worked at Morecambe Town Hall. One of her jobs was to take the wages out to the council employees who worked off-base. One of these was a Mr Bartholomew, father of Eric Morecambe, who used to sweep up in the market place.

My grandparents eventually got a 'proper' house in Morecambe which is the one I remember. Thora Hird lived just around the corner and I once saw Hilda Baker entering her 'digs' right across the road.

Different world.