Just mention these names to anyone who ever lived in Newtown and be prepared for a story or two.

You will hear, from our more senior citizens and from some not so senior too, about the wonderful smells of confectionery coming from Aunty Emm's in Ellen Street or Memmy's perpetual chewing of gum and humming of hymns as she dragged a sack across the cold flagstones to weigh out potatoes on the large Avery scales in the corner of her shop in North Willam Street.

Maybe  John Bull shouting out his little quips and quotes of the day as he sat at the table in the back room of Clements's on the corner of Roland Street, quietly sipping his bowl of soup prepared for him by his daughter Ellen.