Interesting how attitudes and businesses change over a relatively short period of time. I remember when I was growing up the milkman was essentially a part of the community, we all knew him and, from time to time, he’d let us ride along in the milk float. Times change and that’s no longer the case but even when I got married and moved into our own place during the nineties we had a milkman … or should I say the neighbours had a milkman and he’d wake us bright and early every Saturday morning reversing his diesel noise box down the street to deliver a pint to the folks at the end of the row.
The above is prompted by a mail I received from a man called Kieran Loftus who tells me he is starting a paper, milk and bread service in the Dublin area over the coming weeks, initially on every Sunday morning, with a view to doing Saturdays depending on feedback, they aim to deliver freshly baked Bretzel Bakery bread, The Sunday Times and 1 litre of Irish milk. Sounds like a good idea. Anyway, I hope he does well. You can check out the site and register your interest over at http://www.dublinmilkman.ie/
15/07/2010 at 2:47 pm Permalink
Our milkman in the ‘hood many years ago was an enterprising chap; along with milk he delivered yoghurts, bread, Examiner, sausages and summer time icecream. That chap had the area in the palm of his hand! Best of luck to the Dublin milkman.