My first regular wage came from my awesomely awesome Saturday/three evenings a week job in a sweet shop in Elm Park – Hollicks if memory serves me. It was awesomely awesome for four reasons:-
- I could nick loads of fags and not get caught (or so I thought until I got sacked)
- I could eat endless sweets and not get caught (ahhhhh ….. /facepalm/)
- The overall (blue, zip up nylon with large pockets for …. well pocketing things, which in my case, was mainly Mars Bars, 1/4 of rhubard and custards or chocolate chewing nuts
- I could read all my favourite magazines without having to buy them – faves were: Jackie, Bunty, Smash Hits.
Apart from that, the perks and promotion opportunities were limited!
That job allowed me to save up
tons of cash a few quid to spend on mum and dad at Xmas rather than the usual; mum buying the presents and giving them to me to wrap up. These were usually
- mum – peg bag/amusing apron/tights or a new knitted doll thing that you put over toilet rolls
- dad – bath salts/monogrammed hankies/cossack hair spray or possibly Brut/Old Spice aftershave
Hey, come on! It was the 70’s!
Anyhooooo …. I decided to ask what they wanted so I could get each of them something meaningful and from the heart.
Me (to mum): What do you think dad would like for Christmas?
Mum: I don’t know dear. Why don’t you get him some hankies?
Me: No I don’t want to get hankies, I want to get him something special, something he really wants
Mum: Oh, all right dear, whatever you think is best
Me: So, what about tickets to a concert in London (dad was a huge classical music fan)?
Mum: Well, probably not dear. Why don’t you get him some cigarettes?
Me: /stomps off/
Me (to dad): What do you think mum would like for Christmas?
Me: No I don’t want to get hankies, I want to get hersomething special, something she really wants
Dad: Monogrammed hankies?
Me: She wants monogrammed hankies? I was thinking of getting her tickets to see an opera (mum loved opera, in particularly Puccini)
Dad: I doubt it. Why don’t you get her some cigarettes?
Me: /stomps off take 2/
So, I got dad tickets to see John Lill play Beethoven’s 9th at The Royal Festival Hall. I got mum tickets to see Madame Butterfly.
Oh and of course, a carton of cigarettes each! Players No 6 was their cigarette of choice.