Jobs for the boys

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Originally Posted by Bridge hibs

Lightweight, you mean you didnt chore the paraffin lamps that the workies placed around roadworks and skips ? Ps, wanna buy some paraffin lamps ? [emoji2960]

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Had one space ship like paraffin heater that done for the whole house! Stank to high heaven.

You try telling that to the youth of today. They won't believe you.[emoji6]

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Originally Posted by Bostonhibby

Had one space ship like paraffin heater that done for the whole house! Stank to high heaven.

You try telling that to the youth of today. They won't believe you.[emoji6]

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Tell me about it mate, I inhaled so much of the stuff during the night that I used to fly to school because I was so high 🤭

Couple of paper rounds then worked in Brattisani’s Morrison Street from aged 14 for a couple of years was a good laugh serving chips, tables, dishwasher and graduating to cook child labour even served Gordon Juke Box Durie a White Pudding Supper before catching his train home from Haymarket

Went to College had a summer job in the Commie for a couple of years was another good gig with a good bunch of guys great laugh cleaning the Changing Rooms and throwing misbehaving youths out and taking their bands off them

Ended up back to paper rounds again when my children couldn’t be arsed getting out their beds in the morning but still wanted the money 😀

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Originally Posted by Bridge hibs

wanna buy some paraffin lamps ? 🤭

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If you can retrofit them with solar arrays and pop an LED or two inside, you could be on to an earner there.

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Originally Posted by BILLYHIBS

Couple of paper rounds then worked in Brattisani’s Morrison Street from aged 14 for a couple of years was a good laugh serving chips, tables, dishwasher and graduating to cook child labour even served Gordon Juke Box Durie a White Pudding Supper before catching his train home from Haymarket

Went to College had a summer job in the Commie was another good gig with a good bunch of guys great laugh cleaning the Changing Rooms and throwing misbehaving youths out and taking their bands off them

Ended up back to paper rounds again when my children couldn’t be arsed getting out their beds in the morning but still wanted the money 😀

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Talking of child labour, everything I did was my choice and I enjoyed every moment of my introduction to real work. My Brother after his paper round job managed to secure his first “real” job as a pot washer at the Post house hotel in corstorphine.

It was all going well and he was earning a wage and relatively enjoying his job although he wasnt overly keen on the long shifts with most being split shifts that affected his social life.

He always said he got on well with his colleagues and his Female boss but things took a turn for the worst when she left and was replaced by what he describes as an evil old *******. This new boss seemed to enjoy ridiculing my Brother in front of his colleagues and my Brother would often say how clean can a pot be when it is spotlessly clean, this boss would constantly throw food stuff back into the pots and make my Brother scrub them all from scratch.

My Brother loved his job and just got on with it as he needed the money, however he also had a very short fuse and that became evident when his boss tried to take the pish again only for my Brother to pick up the largest frying pan he could get his hands on and leathered his boss over the head with it, we always laugh when he describes the dense sounding thudding acoustics of pan meeting head 🤣

Ive passed that hotel many times over the years and still have a childish giggle to myself as I imagine hearing a massive thud coming out of the kitchens 🤣

Oh and my Brother got sacked 🤭

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Originally Posted by Bridge hibs

Probably more speaking about those of us of a certain vintage but I was having a chat with my Daughters about all the jobs I done before and after school or at weekends.

Firstly I have memories of when living in Leith where me and a friend would spend an hour in a stinking basement in Sandport St of a company who imported animal skins, they were in large blue plastic drums full of rock salt and we would get the hands in and turn the skins in the drums and I can literally still smell the stench, think we got around 50p each.

Other less smelly jobs were delivering Bon Accord juice around the Leith Fort flats and delivering tatties around the same area.

I done a milk round with Edinburgh dairies where I would be picked up at my house and taken to West Bryson road to meet my float, again I delivered around the Leith and Niddrie areas before getting dropped off to get ready for school, think I earned around £15 pw and to be honest that was good money in those days.

Then a job I think most of us done was a paper round, after school and at weekends.

Its funny now that many if not all of those jobs dont exist anymore, I loved it though, particularly the milk deliveries as I think I was up at 4 or 5 in the morning and by the time I got to school I felt invigorated and wide awake and it was certainly a good introduction to what working life was to become.

Great memories

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I delivered milk for the Edinburgh & Dumfriesshire (later Kennertys) around Niddrie House and Greendykes. I also bagged rolls on a Sunday at the newsagent at Hay Drive to earn pocket money (my mum worked there)

Like a few others I delivered the Herald and Post. Other than some of the big houses along Leith Links and a few other main doors, it was mostly tenements and blocks of flats. Decent exercise but was often a nightmare getting anyone to agree to buzz you in.