When I was 15 in the 1960s, I worked in a little cafè in the centre of a Lancashire town. It was run by a couple of oldish, salt-of-the-earth Lancashire women - the kind Les Dawson used to parody.
One of them said to me "My husband's driving one of them new Icelandic lorries today."
I said "What's an Icelandic lorry?"
"One of them where the cab's separate from the rest of it."
I said "Oh, you mean an articulated lorry."
She said "I knew it was something to do with the Arctic." 
Good Morning Tuesday 26th May 2026


