When Joseph Abraham Hyman survived the sinking of the Titanic in 1912, he returned to Hightown, Manchester to set up Titanics, the North-West’s first kosher delicatessen. In doing so, not only did he unwittingly create a focal point for the community, he started a dynasty which, over a hundred years later, is still going strong. Even more remarkably, he survived two wives in the process! No mean achievement! This is his grandson, Stanley’s, hilarious account of his time at the helm of the family business, and the thrills and spills he encountered along the way. From drugs found in pickled cucumbers to a brand new car being baptised in sacramental wine; from hot salt beef sandwiches on a Sunday morning to a gin-swigging bank manager, Stanley tells all with relish. With wry observations on religious festivals, the idiosyncrasies of the religious authorities and The Almighty all playing a part, this book will delight all those who have ever run a shop, supported Manchester City or dallied with scallies. And, given what happened in Hightown stayed in Hightown, some of the names have been changed to protect the guilty - .