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Yes.
I lived in a tiny village so no off licence, we took ours to the back of the pub. It's also where we bought sweets/crisps once a week cause there was no shops.
Used to love (shyly) peering through the back door behind the bar to try and see what went on in a pub! It wasn't a family pub, it seemed to be full of working men, dark and smoky and mysterious.
Actually that does make me feel old....
The days as well when pretty much everyone had a milkman. I still say milk from a glass milk bottle tastes better!
