There's been a lot of talk lately about the fast food menace. How it encroaches wickedly on the tastebuds, and overall health, of many lives, and many young lives.
There seem to be as many outlets today as there are derivatives of a standard hamburger, and there is concern many of them are within aroma-distance of schools. But that's not new.
On my pathway to school, primary, intermediate and then high, there were stores along the way which sold inviting delights.
Pies, sausage rolls, doughnuts, cream buns and yep, there was even a fish and chip shop on two of those routes ... so fried-up potato fritters and a few chips for about a shilling (kids ask your grandparents) were occasionally on the cards.
But that was essentially it as far as variety went in the 60s. We'd never encountered hamburgers or fried chicken and things - they were simply some of the mysterious ingredients of American comic strips. And so we ate sandwiches of Marmite and cheese and salmon and shrimp paste (not as exotic as it sounds) for lunch along with some crackers and an apple.