My dad had green grocers in Moss Side back in the 60’s. It was an immigrant area and of his customers were either the tail end of the Irish influx or, in the main, from the West Indies. All good folk one and all.
My dad catered for those from the West Indies by stocking mangoes, yams, cooking bananas, sugar cane etc. Fruit and veg that wasn’t generally available from the wholesale markets in those days.
Thus he’d order it and buy it directly from the docks - but the cost of the extortion / backhanders demanded at Liverpool meant that he’d drive to Felixstowe or London to get his stock - and that was in an ex-post office Commer van in the days before motorways, so it was a major undertaking every time.
He’d rather do that than pay a tribute the the scouse gangsters - it makes me especially proud for him every time I remember that, and makes me remember why I can’t stand the feral scouse.