supplied by Malcolm McDonald. photographer: unknown
Malcolm McDonald… I remember when I was about 4. Looking out the window when I lived in London and with me nan, a bloke shouting,”Any rags,tin,cloff etc” horse and cart..been about 1969-70ish
Mike Waghorne… Another saying was any old iron !
Steve Cooke… Remember seeing the “Dirty ol’ man” getting off the train at Charing Cross a couple of times in the early 70s. Also remember Rag ‘n’ Bone Man who was a regular in our road.
Paul Knight… Walthamstow London in the fifty’s old guy shouting rag and bone as he went up the road in his horse and cart people would take stuff out to him
John Wilde… Steptoe and Son. Excellent!
Reid McDuffle… I remember rag and bone men in Bexhill in the 60s
Alan Esdaile… Also remember the man that came round and sharpened knives in the street and Winchester’s fruit & veg lorry, who always saved a huge cheap box of seconds for my dad to buy, for a few pence.
Merv Kennard… That was Alf selling the fruit and veg. Him and his brothers and sisters all had houses in North terrace.
Alan Esdaile… Yes it was Alf, I remember now.
Carol Anne… Still have any old iron van driving around our streets here in Suffolk, takes you back.x
Marianne Zargar… Sorry to sound posh but even in Mayfair (London) when I stayed over at my friend’s place after a night out at the discos (her parents didn’t have a curfew!) there was the rag’n’bone man to contend with and much too early in the morning. I don’t think we even realised he was calling “Any old iron?” We used to say he was yelling “Ah Na Na Naaaa…..” We also had her younger brother with his drums starting at dawn….He did become a well known composer though. Life was not easy just off Park Lane!!!
Terry Hopper… I can remember an man called Jerry who used to push a old pram round Ore in the 1950’s tottering for old metal and rags
Mark Randall… “Raaaa n bo”
Still have any old iron van driving around our streets here in Suffolk, takes you back.x
Sorry to sound posh but even in Mayfair (London) when I stayed over at my friend’s place after a night out at the discos (her parents didn’t have a curfew!) there was the rag’n’bone man to contend with and much too early in the morning. I don’t think we even realised he was calling “Any old iron?” We used to say he was yelling “Ah Na Na Naaaa…..”
We also had her younger brother with his drums starting at dawn….He did become a well known composer though. Life was not easy just off Park Lane!!!
I can remember an man called Jerry who used to push a old pram round Ore in the 1950’s tottering for old metal and rags