Notice the name change of my blog?
Well I lived most of my childhood in Rawmarsh (and still live there now) and learnt that having Northern Dairies (Dale Farm) and later Northern Foods in the area led to everyone in the area knowing someone who worked there.
The factory shop meant that every single party, gathering, sunday dinner, or breakfast everyone in Rawmarsh ate bloody trifle!… (or yoghurts…)
The stuff got so boring and it took me years to get back into eating them (but only proper trifles, not those nasty non vegetarian ones which aren’t real trifles).