Have to admit that I've also stumbled on this thread this morning. I spent my student days in Wolverhampton in the early seventies and although I was vaguely aware of it at the time now realise that it was nearing the end of the 'heavy industry days'. We could still take a jug and a tea towel (to cover it) to the local 'offy' and buy our beer for the evening. I wonder when that practice died out. Later we moved to Dunstall Road which at the time was a slum clearance area. The Junction Inn (canal, not railway junction) had sawdust on the floor, a gas geyser for hot water on the bar and the landlady served you with a cardigan loosely pulled over her undergarments; the beer tasted great however. As for Banks's dark mild, bought some in my local supermarket the other day, in the Forest of Dean. Don't think anybody has mentioned the shellfish man who used to go round the pubs. (As a Surrey boy half a pint of prawns seemed preferably to scratchings) Being almost as far from the sea as you can get in England I often wondered how they arrived, apparently flown in to Shobden or somewhere like that. In those days the motorway network probably wasn't good enough. Nowadays I see lorries from the east coast , Scotland and even at times Scandinavia at my local fish smokery.
Tony Comber