Remember back in the 80s–

When you got a job it was for life (I am told repeatedly by my father). And life meant life: it meant security, a regular source of income, and clocking in. It meant busting yourself to reach targets, but being rewarded with the kind of…Well…Rewards few in the modern age can dream of. This was how it went: You started work after school—who needs a degree?—and then you went straight in to good old fashioned Read the rest of this entry »

Time, eh? You look back and see what was what, and hopefully live and learn. When I was working in a small corner-shop at the age of sixteen, and an old-lady argued with me ferociously because “back in my day five-pounds-fifty was actually seven-pounds-ninety-two in ‘modern silly money’”, she was right, of course. What could I say? Just a mere boy! When I worked on the chicken-counter of a popular (unmentionable) supermarket and a chicken–one of my darn excellent, perfectly Read the rest of this entry »