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A couple of tripe shops in Lancashire ... ?
Four times nothing is still nothing Cliff.
Mark's sign translation reminds me of a wonderful story told at the "Alpines '81" Conference (on a tour bus as I remember), by a charming American gentleman whose name I don't recall, (Howard something. Carlo will know,) and in a heavy, German accent.
Tripe was a regular part of the diet when I was young, usually in a white sauce, a milk and onion concoction. Other now not eaten delicasies which we enjoyed were crubeens (pig's trotters to you?), pig's head, stuffed heart, liver. My mother made an excellent black pudding. Paddy
Patsas, Gerd?