I have many memories of the ground in the 60s through to the 80s as it then was.Who remembers the omni present peanut seller? Even then he seemed like a throwback to days of the coster monger .A brow beaten/weather beaten/down troddem fellow hawking his two very large baskets of Percy Daltons through the covered end and up and down the East Terrace ,as time wore on his gait became more stooped and bowed ...years of watching cafc let alone selling peanuts can do that for you .I think he also sold peanuts at Greenwich park ,he also suffered from warts and the "cruel wits" amongst us found some correlation with his wares.Maybe the ground on an empty dark winters night would echoes to his ghost like cry of "peanuts ,peanuts ...charlton peanuts !" ...i think they started off at sixpence a bag ....i could have posted this under "memories of the old valley " but i feel he deserves his own special thread
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He must have been good at it because I used to buy them.
You missed out that the South Terrace was there as well in the early days.
It was quite a walk.
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Ha ha! Me too. I can still hear it now. Hardly bore any resemblance to 'roasted peanuts', he mangled the words so much, but you knew what he was selling.
Good to be reminded of him. Nice one, lolwray.
I used to stand behind the stair wells in the North Stand with my Dad in those days. It must have been a nightmare humping those big sacks of peanuts up and down the terraces, the poor old fellow.
Used to wind him up - seemed funny at the time.
They were fucking brilliant.
Probably cancerous though.
*Cough. Wheeze*
Loved it when I heard the cry of 'Peanuts, Roasted Peanuts' approaching along the East terrace - then it was just a matter of convincing my Dad to put his hand in his pocket.
Absolutely delicious they were too.
In the late 70's early 80's I used to alternate when we were away until 80/81 when our fixtures clashed ( It was the only season I ever recall this happening ) . One night game there I recall him getting stick because he had been going to Charlton when he had the choice.
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He normaly wore a white coat (so you could spot him on the terraces easier) not a brown one as someone mentioned earlier.
Doesnt count if its a fear inducing DM article!
i can see his bow legged gait now ...great memories ,can visualise him walking off into the misty distance,half time floodlights just on,a chill in the air,the "perfume" of burgers,cigar(particularly just after christmas)/cigarette smoke/oranges hanging in the air ,half time announcements from was it "Dick Neve"?
this may sound odd but the "smell" of the programmes hasnt changed much since then either !