Yeah, you can never knock the canvas bag!
I once mangled the exhaust on my piece of crap ford sierra when I was living in Ringsend (Dublin), anyway it was still attached on one side at the manifold but was too twisted even to tie back up, couldn't get it off with sockets or a hammer so I needed something to cut it wit, course I had no hacksaw!! So I went into one of the pubs we were regulars in and asked the couple of lads at the bar and the barman could they help (twas empty cause it was about 1130 on a Tuesday morning!).
Anyway I kind of knew one auld lad to see and he said yeah no bother come down to my house and I'll sort you out. Wobbled off down the street with him, now its about 1997/8 at the time, not the 1950s, but your man brought me into his bedsit, no sink, stone floor, solid fuel range, damp as a bog hole one light bulb on a wire and a big pile of blankets on a wooden bench where your man slept. Doubt there was an inside toilet because most of those tenements only had them outside only even then.
Points me at a cupboard and says reach into the back, and out I pulled a big CANVAS BAG!!
And inside the bag was an immaculate set of tools, all oiled and all a good bit older than I was! He says 'deres a 'acksaw' in dere bud, bring it an whatever else ye think ye need!' So I did, and half an hour later I had the meanest sounding 1.6 1986 Ford Sierra they ever made!!
But such a set of tools in this huge canvas bag! And so well kept! And I wish I could remember the mans name, cause I had to force him to take a pint off me for the favour.