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But here’s the thing they don’t tell you about 1996. People still had guilt. They would cancel to your face. They’d leave an envelope with a quid in it and a note saying, “I feel terrible.” That doesn’t happen anymore. Now, they just block your number.

But the rot was there. The workforce was gone. No young person wants to wake up at midnight. They want to do a milk run on an app, by car, at 10 AM. And that’s not a milk round. That’s a delivery job.

I drove the float home. I parked it. I walked inside. My wife was asleep. I made a cup of tea from a teabag, not a kettle. (Milkmen drink tea cold. You learn that.) Interview With A Milkman -1996- -2021-

We sold a relationship. We just happened to use dairy as the currency.

But if you have to. Buy a thermal jacket. Three pairs of socks. Learn the names of the dogs before the names of the owners. And remember: nobody remembers the price of the milk. They remember the morning you knocked because their car window was left open. But here’s the thing they don’t tell you about 1996

I looked at the fee. I looked at the 42 customers I had left. All old. Most died or in homes. I realized I was delivering to 11 active houses. I was burning diesel (ironic, for an electric float—the support van) to deliver 22 pints of milk.

By James Coleridge

It gave us ten years of borrowed time. Suddenly, plastic was evil again. The hipsters discovered glass bottles. We tripled our price. "Organic gold-top." £2.50 a pint. People in Bath and Cheltenham went mad for it.