The article in the link below brought back thoughts and memories on my first day going to work. It was the 17th April 1950, which also happened to be my 15th birthday. My mother packed me off after checking to make sure I’d washed my neck, and I toddled off dragging my feet in apprehension or was it straight out fear to Beacontree Station there to take a train to my doom.
My mother had bought me a weekly ticket and given me money to but a newspaper. There were plenty to choose from back then and I selected ‘The Daily Mail’ for no other reason than it was big! I liked the look of a big newspaper and from then on I became addicted to what I learned was called a ‘broadsheet’ . I don’t know if ‘The Mail’ still is; I doubt it, which is a shame. As far as I’m concerned a newspaper that’s not a broadsheet is not a newspaper.
The article covered by the link below is interesting to any poor misguided soul like me who enjoys a bit of history here and there! How long it will be available I have no idea, I’ll probably copy it and save it to a file somewhere on my computer as is my wont.