I worked in a vinyl store whilst in 6th form. Best job ever.

Paper round, the money went towards my sunday horseriding (parents topped up the extra quid)

I'd forgotten that aspect. It wasn't just about getting more in wages than pocket money but also going from getting 75p (15 bob before decimalisation) a week from parents to giving them £3 a week out of my £9.92.
Gross pay, 1973, £10.49 less 57p NI - that's implanted in my memory for ever.

Oh do tell.

Records or flooring?

First Job? Cleaning hireboats on the Norfolk broads on Saturday turnarounds at age 15. Followed by a bunch of summer jobs through Uni ranging from QC lab tech at a Maltings, then various warehouse labourer, transportation clerk jobs.

First real job post Uni? Working in 'Nam (Dagenham) for Uncle Henry shipping cars around Europe.

Records, great to listen to what I wanted all day and annoy the store manager as we weren't playing the latest chart toppers but just flinging on 70's classics

No doubt good for chatting up too.

Ah...Virgin record shops before they grew into a giant. Social occasion on a Saturday morning downtown.

The tricks in the morgue??


So they told me to raise the deceased persons torso (sort of make them sit up as it were) so they could 'move the sheets under the gurney' (or some such flimsy excuse).


Me moving them up like that compressed the lungs, made the deceased 'breathe out' noisily and the false teeth they made sure were in, then shot out.


I damned near **** myself!!! Of course they were rolling on the floor laughing... I am sure this wouldn't happen these days, but in the politically incorrect early 70's......

Never heard it called 'nam before. Native pride I guess. It is after all London's anwser to Oakville.

I remember an episode of St Elsewhere with Howie Mandel offering to give a hand to a colleague and then passing a detached one.

Paper round aged 11 for 8.00 a week. First proper job was packing flowers for a wholesale distributor for 3.00 an hour in 1998.

I was a holiday sub for a paper round for a couple of weeks aged about 13. Other than that, I did a couple of weeks after O-levels being carted out to a local farmer's wheatfield to spend hours and bloody hours walking up and down roguing oats and barley. That was mind-numbingly boring and even at the time struck me as being very poorly paid for the amount of effort that went in. It might have been more interesting if it weren't for the fact the boys and girls were deployed in two different groups of fields separated by a couple of miles and a river. Otherwise it might have led to a whole different sort of oats...

Dog walking.... Well, what else could it have been? I wasn't allowed a dog of my own so I got paid to walk our neighbours two dogs- Golden retrievers of course!

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Obviously :@)

Times have changed.
My mother told me of the day she left school at the age of 14 having passed whatever examination allowed her to attend grammar school. But it was not to be, she was taken by her mother to buy a pair of scissors and then went into employment working in a hairdressers. Her wages were taken by her mother and she was allowed to keep 6d for the bus.
My first job, on the other hand, as entirely voluntary and involved filling supermarket shelves, and I kept my paltry wage and probably spent it on underage booze.

A Saturday job stacking shelves, then in a shoe shop, then a department store- old style- think "Are You Being Served", and a couple of times on the Christmas post gig.