Macaroon! Aires yer Macaroon!

I'm having a right old "Spangles" moment about some macaroon that I bought from the Jenners shop at Glasgow Airport a couple of weeks ago. Let's face it, there's plenty to get nostalgic about when a sweet is made up primarily of sugar.

It's not however the confectionery itself that I am reminiscing about, but its unique mode of distribution. My neighbour for example was a south-side manufacturer of the macaroon, and I worked some holidays in his warehouse. Macaroon manufacturing appeared to be to low-level Glasgow chancers what waste-disposal or construction was to New York mobsters.

Anyway normal distribution (newsagents, supermarkets etc.) was eschewed by makers of the macaroon in favour of the "wee boy network." Wee urchins would be given a box of macaroon and set loose to sell door-to-door, on street corners, or most memorably on the football terrace. I was offered such a run myself, but calculated that 5 evenings a week work would net me the equivalent of about tuppence in today's money and so turned the gig down.

I'm slightly disappointed that Jenners have got in on the act. The wee boys are probably now selling smack.