People used to go to there house and shout and throw eggs then Mr Vinden would come out and chase us off with a pitch fork (usually wearing some king of vest/braces combo) god they stank
Wasnt Rosemary in your year? - what about the Bunces? they were equally horrid
God I still call people Vindens now - like if you see someone who smells or of there trousers are too short!
