you dont see them fluttering down the streets anymore - it was a kids dream on the way to school that was . . . . tho it usually was a Wickes catalogue
It was definitely green. A kind of mint green. An insipid pea green if you will.
But undoubtedly green.
The van came round at about 6.30 pm and a bundle was thrust into the waiting newsagent's hands.
You could then read about everything you'd seen at Boothferry Park that afternoon.
Within a couple of hours of it actually happening.
I know in the modern, instant communication age this sounds awfully quaint and absurd but at the time it seemed miraculous.
I miss the Green Mail.
C'mon ref:6993272 said:It was definitely green. A kind of mint green. An insipid pea green if you will.
But undoubtedly green.
The van came round at about 6.30 pm and a bundle was thrust into the waiting newsagent's hands.
You could then read about everything you'd seen at Boothferry Park that afternoon.
Within a couple of hours of it actually happening.
I know in the modern, instant communication age this sounds awfully quaint and absurd but at the time it seemed miraculous.
I miss the Green Mail.
Use to love having a skeg through when I was a delivering them, catch up on a home match I'd been to but during the summer months they were a pain as it would be a lovely summers evening and after finishing the deliveries of the HDM we had go back at 6pm to deliver the Sports Mail for less than 10 copies as no one wanted them much during the cricket season.
When I left Hull 25 years ago I had a subscription to the Green Mail. It used to arrive in the post by about Wednesday but it was a great way of keeping up with city news in those pre internet days. I also liked those Sunday League scores and tables.
A world without the internet.....
That will soon be looked at as a different age. Arguably as big a step up as going from stone to bronze.