With the Torch re-union now only days away, me and 3 of my buddies will be winging
our way north-ish in comfort, staying at a hotel, able to afford a decent restaurant
meal. Always wasn't like that, thinking back in '72 what I did for work and what kind
of money I was earning, etc.
In 1972 I was trainee estate agent, shock horror............. earning about £10 a
week to supplement my vinyl thirst I worked in a pub nights if you have do an
extra job that's not a bad one, my mates certainly thought so
I was driving a very dodgy Ford Cortina MK I, the brakes once failed on the motorway
coming up to the Torch, what an experience that was...............
All my money went Martin Koppell in Canada, Record Corner Balham, Moondogs
in fact anywhere (I think I still Martin a fiver ) no money for clothes or those
type of luxuries
Me leaving my house off to the Torch, what a dorky shirt, I think my mum must have
made it out of old curtains or a table cloth.
Aahh halcyon days, there was NOTHING quite like queing up to get in at the Torch I
get shivers just thinking about it. See yers there.
No tell us all
WHERE WERE YOU IN 72 ??
Do tell....................................
Chris L