Alan Banks: milkman/space ship driver

19 Oct

Everyone in Islington has a story, so meet milkman/space ship driver Alan Banks who sees the best and worst of people – and a lot of slugs – on his night rounds delivering glass-bottled pints to N4 and N5 doorsteps. Interview by Nicola Baird.

 

Milkman Alan Banks: “I’m never caught in the rush hour.”

“I’ve told my grand daughter that I’m a space ship driver,” says Alan , 46,drinking tea in my kitchen after a typical Monday delivering 400 pints around St Thomas’ and Fonthill Road, N4, “but now Lily’s seven, I think she knows it’s a joke…”

I was born and schooled in Hackney, and then I used to be a French polisher. The money was good but it was long hours. I’d start at 8am and didn’t get home from the factory until 8pm. I never saw the daylight. So when my daughter Jessica (Lily’s mum) was a baby and bit the top off her bottle I went to the shops and saw a milkman on the way. It got me thinking.” Pretty soon the 21-year-old Alan had his first milk round in Hackney.

“My job often feels a bit surreal – you get the guys who sell drugs to the prostitutes helping me with the empties, drunks shouting out ‘Hello Milkman’ and guys who are maybe nicking stuff and have heard the float ducking behind cars so you can’t see them – but the strangest time was when I first started and I was delivering milk to a house on Sangenau Road, and all these guys were fighting. It was a very rough bit of Hackney then, we called it the frontline. I had to drive through the middle of them and my first thought was I had all these empty bottles that they could nick off me and throw. It would be carnage. But it was like an Only Fools and Horses moment, they all stopped fighting and moved out of the way. And when I came back down the road they all moved out of the way again,” remembers Alan with a grin.

“When I first started people were saying it’s a dying trade, but 20 years on milkmen are still going strong. We stop loads of car crime, just by driving around. And I think a lot of people work from home so they don’t need to go out to the shops and the milk isn’t left out on the doorstep. Some even have chiller cabinets on the doorstep that I put their pints into. When you first work as a milkman a lot of people don’t like it. But it’s a lovely job. You see the sun come up, you see customers’ children grow up, school children wave at you and you’ve got the rest of the day free…” He takes a look at his watch and it’s 11.40am – somehow Alan will squeeze in seven hours of sleep before his alarm goes off again at 1am. He has to be out of his home by 1.45am, drives to the depot at Edmonton where he loads up with milk and then aims to be on the road at 3.15am.

Alan admits it can still be a bit dodgy on a Friday night/Saturday morning in his bit of Islington but reckons “most people are pretty nice. Just recently there have been a lot of young women copying an Eastenders episode when Kat Slater ran off on the milkfloat. The girls stop me to say ‘I’m doing a Kat Slater’. I just take them to the end of the road and then they take photos.”

Quick questions for Alan the milkman

1 What’s the price of a pint (this is for the politicians)?

“Normal is 65p. Organic 79p. It was 33p when I first started.”

2 What’s your milk float’s top speed?

It’s battery powered and goes 13mph on the flat. Down hill it picks up speed.

3 What do you drink?

I don’t drink any alcohol at all. I love milk and drink that on the road. Everyone says I’m a good advert for milk. I like the red top, it’s a homely thing – we used to have it when I was a child.

4 Do birds still peck through milk tops?

Yes, they do steal it if it’s full cream. Some customers leave out a slate or a crate to put on top – that stops them.

5 How do you cope when it gets cold?

For years I couldn’t bring myself to wear thermals in case I got run over. The shame of it. Then when I was 39 I tried them and they’re the best thing. I get mine from Dagenham Market.

Alan isn’t so keen on the wildlife a London milkman encounters. “The slugs are a nighmare. I hate the feel of them if they’re down the bottles. If people have a lot of plants, and it’s been raining, half of the notes about changes to orders or the cheques left out go missing. I always pray the slugs haven’t eaten the signature. And I wear a cap with a peak because I don’t really like spiders and they always build cobwebs where you go through the gate. The young guy who works with me, he’s 21 today, he’s terrified of spiders, sometimes you hear him scream…”

“I see foxes every night too, they’re on every road I pull down. They’re so tame, they just walk right past you. I’ve even seen a fox and cat walking side by side.” So far his worst fear – having to deliver a baby – has not occurred. Alan shudders at the thought, but then he gives his big smile again, clearly a man very content with his job.

Long live milk deliveries. You can text Alan to get a milk order started or to change what you have delivered on 07956 846364 (office number 020 8360 1133). Or leave a note in one of the empties on the doorstep of a friend who already is using the services of a milkman.  Just be careful the slugs don’t get it.

Over to you
What do you think of this wonderful milkman? By the way, if you’d like to feature on this blog, or make a suggestion about anyone who grew up, lives or works in Islington please let me know, via nicolabaird.green@gmail.com. Thank you. And yes, this blog is inspired by Spitalfields Life written by the Gentle Author.

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5 Responses to “Alan Banks: milkman/space ship driver”

  1. meg rosoff October 19, 2012 at 12:49 pm #

    Heavenly. Thank you.

    • nicola baird October 19, 2012 at 12:55 pm #

      Glad you liked this, and for all those insomniacs, this certainly offers new career possibilities. Nicola x

  2. Nicolette October 21, 2012 at 10:27 am #

    Hello, Alan. It’s a great service, and I loved your story. With you about the slugs.
    Nicolette on Plimsoll Rd

  3. Steve Platt October 22, 2012 at 10:40 am #

    The foxes have taken to knocking over the milk bottles at my daughter’s house, tipping the milk out and drinking it. Love the story about the pause in the fight to let the milk float through. It reminds me of when I was covering the Broadwater Farm riot in the mid-eighties. In the midst of all the mayhem, with petrol bombs flying overhead, this woman came out with her dog on a lead, calmly walked to a phone box,in the middle of it all, made a call and then returned as if it was just another normal evening.

    • homemadekids October 26, 2012 at 4:54 am #

      Hi Steve, two great stories here – not sure which I prefer, the hooligan foxes or the Broadwater Farm, Brixton dog-walker with so much on her mind. Is there a link where you wrote this up? Nicola

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