Originally Posted by
Pigmy Pony
In the sixties we had a "Corona man" deliver bottles of pop each Saturday. I associate the name with the 1966 World Cup - got a delivery while a match was on, and my dad was too engrossed to notice that Arthur (our budgie) was out of his cage, until the little shite flew out of the door as the pop was coming in. My mum posted an advert at the local paper shop offering a £5 reward. A lot of money in those days. Got him back a week later minus his tail.
We did quite well that year in the football I'm told, so not all bad :)
A rather tenuous Corona-related story, but it's all I have