When I started work in 1967 I could buy around 70 pints of John Smiths in my local for my first week’s wage. Now a week on minimum wage brings you enough to buy 141 pints of it in my local. Kids today don’t know how lucky they are,
And we now have more hours to drink them in, the licensing hours back then were ridiculous. The views expressed in my posts are not necessarily mine.
Trouble is I set off at same pace we used to do so the extra hours are not something that can be taken advantage of, especially as I get older.
No. I moved onto being a knocker up, tapping on windows with a long stick in the days before there were alarm clocks.
They are clocks which give off an alarm. That, and lots of other useful information about other historical artefacts,can be obtained off that Google thing you mentioned, or so I have been told.
Some combined te two jobs. Surprising how long it continued until. Always think about the changes my grandad’s generation saw. These things were commonplace when he was young. He was born before the first flight took place and lived to see a manon the moon, Concord and watching things on a colour television he was nearly 30:when the first talkie was made. Don’t think any generation saw such changes as that one did. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knocker-up
could make a good excuse though my knocker up didn't turn up, what was i suppose to do? In return for the task, the knocker-up would be paid a few pence a week. Some knocker-uppers would not leave a client's window until they were sure that the client had been awoken, while others simply tapped several times and then moved on some gave a proper good service, wonder if they got paid more
Men who are insecure about the size of their penis do covet sports cars, as Greta Thunberg suggested. And the effect becomes all the more noticeable, according to new research, as they approach middle age.
That’s been said many times, and it’s a great put down, but as sports cars tend to be very expensive, men who buy them in middle age, I think it’s because the kids have grown up and you tend to have a bit more spare cash. The worst thing is you tend to look a right idiot falling out of the things because you’re a fat git, rather than alighting gracefully.
