I begged my Mum to buy me a yoghurt to take on a Picnic to Cherry Gardens at Burton on Trent when l was about 6yrs old.
Pubs didn’t sell hot food back then, and as long as you bought drinks from them they were happy for you to sit outside and enjoy your own food. My Grandad was with us at the time, and when l tried the Yoghurt and didn’t like it, he decided to feed it to the Pubs resident Monkey instead, who immediately spat it out all down its front!
Out comes Pub landlord collecting all the used beer glasses, and spots Monkey in this pink mess, he then shouts for his wife to call the vet, saying that his dearly loved Monkey was ill and had been very sick!
My Grandad quickly finished his pint and we all climbed back in the car, Mum said we had to go as we didn’t want to catch the Monkeys Cold, grabbing the offending Yogurt pot and hiding it in her handbag as we left!