Posts Tagged as ‘bike’

09-16-09

December 10th/14th/15th 1973

• “Day Off – Went to Southampton – bort Xmas pressis”
• “Work”
• “Out on Bike – No Tips!”
Can you see just how far I fell off my own diary’s radar towards the end of 1973?
3 entries, 6 days, load of rubbish written.
About the only thing worth noting is that the people I delivered to on [...]

09-12-09

December 1st 1973

“Work – quite a cushy day xcept for bike”
 

I’ve said it before, but it is worth repeating…
I HATED THAT BLOODY DELIVERY BIKE!

08-19-09

November 2nd 1973

“Bort 2 cassettes from Comet – Recorded 2Man – Work, out on bike in pitch black darkness (figures!)”
The music piracy and piss-poor grocery delivering continue unabated!

06-14-09

July 27th/28th 1973

•27• “Nothing all day except work from 5-8. Out on Bike”
•28• “Work. Out on Bike again”
A quick flick ahead in the diary suggests there are several entries like these throughout the summer, so I’ve made the decision to lump them together on occasion so as not to incite complete boredom amongst my faithful band of [...]

12-21-08

February 23rd 1973

“H-Term” / ” Went into Eastleigh and got new glasses frame – will cost £10.80 (Phew!)” / “Bort new record cloth in Rumbelows” / “had to go out on bike at work – Roger’s got flu”
Wow, specs were expensive even then! £10.80 is the cost of 4 or 5 albums in 1973. I secretly suspect, [...]

11-23-08

January 29th 1973 (II)

Got job (hooray) over Lancaster & Crooks. Start friday week – about £1.70 friday night and all day saturday”
Washing cars aside this was my very first ‘proper’ job.
Lancaster and Crook was the local supermarket, one in an independent chain of maybe 4 or 5 locations. (Research online showed the sum total of zero entries for [...]

02-25-08

May 14th 1972

“went to church (wattahero)” / “fell off bike” / “TIB at centre 66″ / “played football, good fun”
A comparatively busy diary entry for a change.
Quite the mix of things in there too.
Obviously, going to church was treated (*cough*) with dubious respect, going so far as ridiculing myself, maybe as something of a sarcastic riposte against [...]