For me, the true King of Pop was The Corona Man, even though we couldn't afford his fizzy fare, and could only watch with envy as his effervesence-laden chariot parked outside of the Eeles' house at No.65. And where were THEY getting the money from? (First to get colour TV too, and he only worked at the post office! Makes you think!)
Corona Limeade was formative in my book.
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