23 Things Everybody Misses From The 1970s British Corner Shops

There was a shop at the end of almost every street in working class Britain in the nineteen seventies, and if you grew up on one of those streets you knew it the way you knew your own house. You knew which board creaked when you stepped on it. You knew which shelf the gobstoppers were on without looking. You knew the smell of it, newsprint and sugar and the particular warm smell that came off the wooden counter, and you knew the person behind that counter by name because they'd been there since before you were born and were going to be there long after you grew up and moved away. That was the assumption, anyway. It turned out not to be true.