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I was earning £5 a week at the time and I think I earned
another £1 for selling the papers for three hours or so.
Goodness knows what that amount would be today.
I had a good boss teaching me the ins and outs of the job
and we always tried our best to make the client’s hard earned
“brass” work to the client’s advantage as well as to that of
supplementing the newspaper coffers and paying our wages.
Over the six years or so at the newspaper I made some
good friends among these clients. People who despite the fact
that I was always trying to get them to part with their money,
really seemed to appreciate the work I put into designing and
writing adverts that worked for them.
Looking back on these times now it is difficult to see when I
managed to devote the time to my basic job when at any time I
was going to be asked to imitate Stirling Moss or Mike
Hawthorn in a mini-van!

MINI VAN TO THE STATION
Another of the fairly frequent newspaper printing press
breakdowns had occurred.
The first I knew of it was the works manager cornering my
boss to request my services at short notice, “Just to run the
Sleaford Standard down to the station for the next train. It
shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.”
He sounded very convincing. But he had not yet found the van. By
the time we had, the train departure was imminent. It was a bit more
than a mile to the station, through the market place, round the five
lamps roundabout, over the old town bridge, through the traffic lights
at the top of Bridge Street and down West Street.

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