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Correct.Sunday was a job in its own right, only for the very brave.
Often regarded as the SAS of paperboys.
Correct.Sunday was a job in its own right, only for the very brave.
Often regarded as the SAS of paperboys.
Can you remind me where Haven News was, Google isn’t helping me. I remember Dees, Baldwins, Book and Bacca (and Darkie Knight’s fishing tackle shop out the back).I had an Argus paper round in the early 80s, six afternoons a week, in Newhaven after school. From memory I was paid £2.50 to begin with and then had a whopping pay rise upto £3. Also had a Sunday round which was better money, £1.50 and tips. This was for Haven News, which is long gone.
Also had a round for the East Sussex Promotor, a free rag, but didn’t last long as it needed to go in every house and it took ages.
The money was used to attend Albion matches, when I could swap out a Saturday afternoon.
My 89 year old mum still lives in Ridge View. Mum and dad had the Argus delivered every night. She still does.We moved there in the early seventies in my early teens.6 days a week in Coldean. I lived down the bottom end of Rushlake Road but my papers were collected from the top shops. Quite a big route that meandered all the way around the estate (village lol) and finished up on Ridge View so nice and close to home.
Fair chance I would have delivered their papers in the mid 90s then.My 89 year old mum still lives in Ridge View. Mum and dad had the Argus delivered every night. She still does.We moved there in the early seventies in my early teens.
I think I remember it. For some reason I remember a car accessory shop along that parade as well.Haven News was in South Road, near the chippie, opposite the Prince Of Wales.
The car accessory shop moved to one of the industrial estates about 10 years ago, newsagents was before I moved here.I think I remember it. For some reason I remember a car accessory shop along that parade as well.
At the newsagent I worked for it was a 7 days a week operation for us - uphill in both directions too I'm sure...Correct.
Yes, and some sort of computer shop, and the police station at the end of the road. Morocco’s cafe down the road too.I think I remember it. For some reason I remember a car accessory shop along that parade as well.
My lad’s round is a joke. We are in Warwick and he delivers to all the houses down by the castle with gardens backing onto the river and a few town houses in the town centre. Reasonable places. https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/140413427#/?channel=RES_BUYThanks for this. It’s good to know paper rounds still exist. If I lived in the UK I’d definitely get a physical paper delivered.
I’m struggling to remember how much I made in the early 80s but I think it was around 30p a week. Sundays paid better but the real money was with the direct Argus round; I think this was a pound or two. A long evening which started with waiting at the bus stop opposite The Schooner Garage for a lady which drove an Argus van.
That's a nice house.My lad’s round is a joke. We are in Warwick and he delivers to all the houses down by the castle with gardens backing onto the river and a few town houses in the town centre. Reasonable places. https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/140413427#/?channel=RES_BUY
I remember Morocco cafe...and Meeching Hall either next door or next door but one. I friend's relative had some connection to the chippy so we would occassionally go in there for free chips if we were over that way on our bikes (I lived on the valley estate).Yes, and some sort of computer shop, and the police station at the end of the road. Morocco’s cafe down the road too.
I delivered to one house that as soon as the paper went through the letterbox a dog would grab it. One day I decided to have a game with the dog and try and pull the paper back. This went on for a couple of days until the homeowner opened the front door, I was expecting to get a mouthful but the chap apologised and introduced me to his playful dog.Seeing this still going, did three years of service from age 11, Valley Road Portslade.
Very few memories many years later other than getting mugged for my papers at the LCC reformed school on Mile Oak road by four of the little sods, a lady who would open the door in her 'nightie' to actually receive her paper and strangely, a little yappy dog halfway round that would grab the paper you posted.
So open letter box, peep through, line up paper and wait for the little shit to run up the hallway. If you hit the paper full force just has he jumped, you could knock the little bastard halfway back down the hall. There wasn't a lot of other entertainment in Upper Portslade on a Sunday morning