Saturday, 18 February 2017

Four quid...


Last evening, I met up with a friendly bunch of good friends for a beer and a chat.

Earlier in the day, I'd been writing to a lady about reminiscences from the nineteen-sixties, and explained how my first proper salary was £4.0.0 per week.

My pint(s) cost exactly that...

Gulp!

7 comments:

rvi said...


Ha! Mine was five pounds fourteen shillings and twopence (after tax and insurance!!!) of which I gave one pound and sixpence to my mum as my contribution towards the housekeeping. I needed the rest for my tube fares into London and a bite of lunch and 3d for the daily Evening News on the way home. I used to give the paper seller a sixpenny bit and got a threepenny in return which went into my savings tin = savings for emergencies (like fares and food and papers) in the last week of every month!

After a few months in the job I qualified for five luncheon vouchers a week worth 1/6d each! Sheer unadulterated luxury as it meant I could then patronise a local cafe which provided a plate of solid nourishment for lunch for half a crown (including the LVs which they accepted). Do firms still provide luncheon vouchers these days?

For the first year or so in work, I also maintained my paper round which paid me a further 10 bob a week.

Them was the days...

A K Haart said...

Four quid! No wonder you took a photo of it.

Michael said...

Not a bad return for all that graft, Reevers!

I didn't do a paper round, but did work for my dad at Guinness during hop-picking, and also the preparation weeks!

But Four quid! Bugger that!

Michael said...

Stock stuff, Mr H! Forgot to take the phone for a pic...

Electro-Kevin said...

About £3.50 'round 'ere. I tend to drink less now anyway, so it doesn't matter so much.

Sen. C.R.O'Blene said...

And you've got a countryside which is just marvellous, Elecs...

Weekend Yachtsman said...

My first starting salary netted out to £120 a month.

If we had anything left at the end of the week we went for a pint (emphasis - "a" pint: not an evening in the pub. It didn't happen every week.

I can't remember what those pints cost, but I do remember my brother and I giving up Guiness when it went up to 25p a pint, on the grounds that five bob was a ridiculous amount of money for a pint. So presumably the good old Ridley's was quite a bit cheaper.

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