Story in the Guardian about Irn-Bru.
This took me back to my childhood when I often stayed with my grandparents who lived in Chapel Lane, Falkirk. The Barr's factory was nearby. My granny often used to forget her key and lock us out. She used to get one of the men from the factory to bring over a ladder and climb up to the second floor to let us in. Later she'd put the key on a long ribbon and dangle it inside her frock, giving me much cause for hilarity when she tried to extricate it.
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