The only money I earned was singing in the church choir. We used to get two shillings and sixpence for doing weddings.
I would go straight over to Ward's newsagents and buy ex jukebox records.
He's awful.
Look.
There's this picture of him. He looks a terrible player in that pic.
Then there is this one. Again, just look how bad he seems.
And again here. Awful, just awful.
I worked at UHCW as a supervisor in tthe Booking Centre. Main task was arranging appointments for suspected cancer patients that had to be seen or within 14 days of GP refferal.
Probably the best of jobs and worst of jobs in one.