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ORIGINAL: Darcyandthedark
Oh NG - this is going to age me but seriously - back in the day when I was 18 - I would never of had £30 (in old money) spare in the back of my pocket - not after rent, bills, and all the things that came with being an 'adult'.
the.dark.
p.s NG on edit - I just read your above post, and I'm not trying to antagonise just being honest - hope you relaise that. I was living in London and maybe it's just the North/South divide but £30 pound was a lot in 'those days' and I just wouldn't have had it spare.
You know us Northern lads, Dark, we're rolling around in the stuff.......bathing in money ;-)
All of my mates left school at 16, I was the only want who went to college. By the time they were 18, they'd served apprenticeships as sparkies, joiners, plumbers etc.....and some of the lads worked on the roads, so they'd travel down to the other end of the country on a Monday morning and come back on a Friday afternoon. Some of them were earning roughly 300 quid a week after tax....doing 14 hour shifts on the roads, sometimes working in the early hours of the morning. All of my mates had money, and I took a year out between college and university and worked doing pretty much anything. Plus, we all lived at home with our parents, and paid them about 10/20 quid board, so we had spare money - our sole objective was to enjoy ourselves, having our own homes wasn't on the agenda!
Plus, it wasn't about the money for us, it was about making sure all the lads were there so we could have the best laugh possible...if one of the lads was skint, he'd get his beer bought by the rest of us, and return the favour next time 'round. Mining communities are tight-knit, there's a lot more camaradrie than other parts of the country, and it was about being with your mates for us...who was earning the money to buy the beer and pay for the football meant nothing. I've got photos with my mates as 3 years olds at nursery school with dungarees on and milk dribbling down our chins, playing football at junior school, boxing together against other lads from other youth clubs, on holiday in Ibiza at 17, and in Berlin a year ago. We were, and still are a tight knit group, mates for life you'd say, so if someone was missing in the pub..it would be a quick phone call "where yer at, dick'ed?", "in the house, I'm skint"..."get yersel 'round, there's beer waiting for yer".
People did what it took to get the money to go to the football, drink, watch bands and chase women.
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ORIGINAL: Darcyandthedark
That said I still got to go out and have a great time at Oscars (metal pub) and down the olde leather bottle. I so never went to 'the cube' - it was too much a posers club.
'See, there you go, people do what it takes to chase their objectives. I was a proper poser at 18, you wouldn't have given me the time of day, Dark :-) We were all designer labelled up to the eyeballs, we all wanted to be seen to be the most stylish!
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