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Did I ever tell you about when I used to sell the Sunday papers in the pubs on a Saturday night?
No? well when I was about 14, every Saturday night at about 9 o'clock myself and my mate Seán used to head off to this guy's house in Whitehall. We'd pick up about 400 newspapers and head off to the local. If this guy was in a good mood, he'd drop us off in his van, otherwise it was a mile to the pub.
We'd arrive and take a floor each. Seán'd go upstairs to the Ladies' bar where there were potentially more tips and I'd have downstairs with all the more stingy, men-only crowd. You see, it had been Seán's job first. It was his contact.
Now the papers were 8p each and most people were happy to let you keep the change from 10p. So instead of a penny a paper which the old guy paid us, it worked out to around 3p a paper with tips. By the time the price went up to 10p a paper, we both stopped. It just wasn't worth it. We were nobody's fools. We had a lifestyle to support.
A few memorable nights...
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