I think he lived down Drury Lane, miles away on the other side of london.
But we used to see him on our street.
Just for interest we used to get the shell fish man on a Sunday arvo, sunday tea was always shell fish and salad.
Winkles which we had large hat pins to winkle them out of the shells for most of us with half a pint of whelks (shelled) for dad and grandad, who wearnt allowed to eat at the table as they had to bite and pull the tough tendon out and spit onto the plate then chew the welk.
Interesting that in those days bread and milk was delivered every day, meat and vegetables were delivered twice a week and groceries once a week.
Now we have to waltz up and down the isles searching for the goods because they alter the shelves every so often making it difficult to just pop in and out, and pile it into a trolley, then hit the self checkout and do the checkouts job, then get inspected before we leave the store in case we were dishonest and placed an item without scanning it.
This aint progress.