Hostile takeover

I was doing quite well with my sources of income as the summer went on. I had my paper round, which I had got down to a fine art, and the casing was bringing in money. All was fine and dandy. Holidaymakers always arrived on a Saturday morning and by 1pm business slackened off whichContinue reading “Hostile takeover”

Earning my pocket money

The Beatles came into my father’s shop once, or at least one or two of them did. They had done a gig the previous night and had brought in a film to be developed and printed. The point is that at that stage my father wouldn’t have known one of them from another so toContinue reading “Earning my pocket money”