You see ........................ dont jump to conclusions. People are not always what they seem. Did you know that Bar man Mars or whatever he is called on here is in fact a Professor at Oxford ?
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You see ........................ dont jump to conclusions. People are not always what they seem. Did you know that Bar man Mars or whatever he is called on here is in fact a Professor at Oxford ?
Norman Potting
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Just a thought - was Dick Knight driving the car. I blame him anyway.
NOSTALGIC comment about the photograph sent in by Mike Matsell (Journal, Jan 4) showing a retirement party for Bert `Peggy` Neals and Arthur 'Twink' Starr who both were colleagues of mine at the Post Office when I joined following more than five years RAF service in the Second World War.
In our day, recruitment to the Post Office was mostly by former Armed service, thus we were well used to following a disciplined way of work.
'Peggy' surprised everybody when he married, late in life, his bride being a doctors` receptionist. Arthur could be found most Saturday nights enjoying a pint in the British Legion.
When on night duty, a number of policemen would enter the sorting-office for a chat and I recall one telling the tale of his being trapped inside a public house in Westgate on a busy Saturday market day, when he was alerted by a customer just arrived, that the sergeant was outside.
Exit the copper via a rear window of the pub so to 'make a point' with his sergeant.
For chaps of my advanced years, memories such as these re-awaken the days of our youth although I have to say that those days were more relaxed than today.
Bert Greaves
Leven
In our day, recruitment to the Post Office was mostly by former Armed service, thus we were well used to following a disciplined way of work.
'Peggy' surprised everybody when he married, late in life, his bride being a doctors` receptionist. Arthur could be found most Saturday nights enjoying a pint in the British Legion.
When on night duty, a number of policemen would enter the sorting-office for a chat and I recall one telling the tale of his being trapped inside a public house in Westgate on a busy Saturday market day, when he was alerted by a customer just arrived, that the sergeant was outside.
Exit the copper via a rear window of the pub so to 'make a point' with his sergeant.
For chaps of my advanced years, memories such as these re-awaken the days of our youth although I have to say that those days were more relaxed than today.
Bert Greaves
Leven
