Thursday 19 October 2017

You need a back-up in this life - like a second line of work

'Back in 2000, I went to the local vocational school, as it was then known, for typing courses. I was very nervous and almost turned back but a friend linked me in the door. I typed like I had a lobster claws for fingers.' Photo by Ann McNamee
'Back in 2000, I went to the local vocational school, as it was then known, for typing courses. I was very nervous and almost turned back but a friend linked me in the door. I typed like I had a lobster claws for fingers.' Photo by Ann McNamee
Billy Keane

Billy Keane

So I get to thinking too much about things and I'm sure that's not good. Just as bad as not thinking at all. Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and it's then that the worries come flooding in. Worries you wouldn't worry half as much about early in the morning.

I have this recurring worry that our pub will go broke. We are doing all right and a little bit better than that, but the worry never goes. I feel a huge responsibility to my parents, who gave me the pub. They worked hard to get the money together for the deposit over 61 years ago.

Dad worked in a steel mill in Northampton. The pay was good but the work was dangerous and he was far away from home in times when there were only dear flights and cattle boats. My mother was a hairdresser and she put her few pounds together with Dad's to buy the pub.

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