while waiting for the mark ups.
Me, inane gibberish and a winter break were made for each other.
Remember folks:-
"This Is A Football Forum"
Anyhoo a memory popped up while writing my last post.
The papers would be delivered to the back door of the shop.
The owner would arrive and let himself in the front, before walking through.
Naturally the rounds were prepared in a first come first served order.
I'd get their stupidly early and still not be first.
So we now have a bunch of unsupervised young teenage shithead boys waiting for Neil.
Neil had days off and Reg would open up.
Occasionally, on Reg days, we'd pile a tonne of papers up against the door.
As Reg unlocked the door, he'd get smashed by the now really heavy door as a couple of dozen bundles of papers launched towards him.
Oh how we laughed.
#Different(Radio)Times.
