...the rag-and-bone-man...and yes I can remember, BI...not so long, ago - now....somebody had told me that there weren't any rag-and-bone-men in London, the 60s....and what can I say...but there were, in Blackheath/lewisham...now and then...and my mother used to go out and have a chat to 'whoeveritwas'...having heard the 'call' "any old iron?"....and I was so perplexed...why did he want rags and bones?...my mother was then to tell me impatiently that he wanted something that was 'iron'....and would then 'donate' whatever, to his cart....later on, I was told about prince Philip....marr's gang had found out....that he had liked to 'frequent' the local area, now and then - dressed as a etc etc....
and what else?...go figure:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Any_Old_Iron_(novel)
oh and see previous notes upon what the ill had done to me upon that 1980 MI5 Russian course at fort redoubt, harwich...branded my back, with a white-hot iron....later on, they were then to add that tillie olsen reference....
...hmmm....'deadly clowning' anybody?
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