Back in the winter of 1968 or 69 I remember being asked by my boss, Alan Walton, to go to King,s Dock or Queen,s Dock to load up a pile of groundnut into sacks and await a lorry to come and bring it back to the warehouse in Button Street, which is now a modern clothes outlet. I was freezing and hungry and so were the flocks of pigeons perched on the rafters watching me. The warehouse looked out over the pub The White Star and in my break times I,d watch the myriad of rats scurrying around the roof and back yard. The warehouse I was in was full of rats but we had four cats who would catch and eat a lot of them.