Another veteran Gazette reader, Barrington Black, gets the ball rolling in our collection of trainees’ Saturday job memories.

‘Saturday job? You mean Saturday jobs,’ he retorts. ‘In 1950 I was selling ice cream for Walls in summer, being a postman over Christmas, and changing the filing system for the new NHS at the hospital. Made more at these than being given £2 for personal service of writs and divorce petition, which was often quite precarious.’

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