Written on | September 1, 2010 | 6 Comments
It’s one week and three days until I move to Glasgow, so I’ve decided to do a series of nostalgic posts .. and maybe resurrect a few old pictures too.
Back in the days when we were innocent young things with penchants for highlights and eating a whole packet of Bourbon biscuits in one go my best friend Stuart had a paper-round, and every day after school I would walk with him to the paper shop and all the way round his route, rain or shine, snow or gale. No exceptions. Every day I would buy a Jolly Jelly sweet, preferably a green crocodile but a red lizard would do. I would rummage around in the box of them on the bottom shelf of the sweets aisle in Co-op, Jolly Jellies spilling out and falling on the floor in my quest for the most delicious one. Sometimes, if I had more money or if Stu was feeling generous I would buy a packet of white mice and make them last for the whole round. This was exciting, but the height of excitement would be if we happened to bump into Alex and his famous orange paper-bag or visited Stacey working in the bakery when we were there. And so we’d go on our merry way, trading white mice and fizzy strawberry laces, analysing everything and everyone, singing, and (most importantly) complaining. Oh, the complaining. And, funnily enough, somewhere along the round the papers would get delivered too. Our papers routine was like therapy, and it was a terrible day when Stuart turned sixteen and graduated to a proper job. I don’t think they make Jolly Jellies anymore, he grew out of the highlights, I (sometimes) brushed my hair and the era of papers sadly came to an end. I really miss our papers today, Dolly?