No paper round
but I did have a Saturday morning job - loading the van at the crisp factory
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but I did have a Saturday morning job - loading the van at the crisp factory
NeilMorepies
Player Valuation: £40m
Yup, forced into it at 14 to “teach me a bit of discipline”, only thing it did for me was knacker my hip and get me out of the house every morning.
Did it until I was old enough for a Saturday job in a shop.
Dundee mifflin
Player Valuation: £950k
Mine was Dr Kennedy on Shaw street.
….i was only around the corner, Dr O’Hagan on Low Hill. I had to go every Saturday morning to have a verruca cut out until he got rid of the root, courtesy of Margaret St baths.
maltablue
Player Valuation: £500k
Still do in Malta, costs €15 a visit mind
bcblue1878
Player Valuation: £50m
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bcblue1878
Player Valuation: £50m
Yes, for too long really - up to about age 17. Their was a side-benefit. The shop owners were Everton season ticket holders in the Upper Bullens, but they sometimes couldn't make it to evening kick-offs, so I has given one of their tickets to use. As I was doing the paper round to fund going to the match this was very welcome. (Thank you Mrs A.)
Cameron Manning
Player Valuation: £35m
Better when they had a receptionist who would call the names out and if she knew you then you’d get seen to quicker!
I can remember my Mom taking me to the Doctors in the 60's and he always had a fag in his hand and a cut glass Tumbler with Whisky in and that would be at 9.30 am!
gonetomorrow
Player Valuation: £80m
Up in the Orkneys the doc would make house calls and be given a dram each time. At the end of the day he'd be more in need of assistance than his patients.
Cameron Manning
Player Valuation: £35m
Mine was at the bottom of Everton Brow— Dr. Maloney and Dr. Irvine, Dr. Maloney had a son a teacher who became a comedian and appeared on TV many times Peter Maloney.
….ah yes, I remember him. Dead now but he taught at Cardinal Heenan, around the corner from me.
I used to go to my corner shop on a Saturday morning for the shoot magazine, Johnny Morrissey was the owner and would give me his season ticket when he couldn't go. Lovely man.