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I lasted about twelve months at my first job of painting Bailey Bridges, wrote Allan Huntingdon. Then in 1945 I started work for a haulage transport company delivering cotton to weaving mills, and delivering large rolls of wool to spinning mills all over the county, including Manchester, Rochdale, Bury, Bolton and many other places.
I was what was called the second man, which meant that if I could move it that's what I had to do while the driver sloped off for a fag.
Anyway, that lasted for about nine months before I went to the local paint manufacturers mixing colours in paint and putting lids on tins. This I found to be easy but extremely boring and beside this I was getting bullied by two rather large lads who took a dislike to me and I couldn't get out of there quick enough.
Across the street from where I lived was a small factory that made springs of all sorts, all sizes and all shapes. I worked there for over a year and rather enjoyed it apart from the miserable wages they paid.
After that I went to work in the Vale spinning mill at Turton where I cycled there and back every day from Darwen. It seems a long way now even by car so I reckon I must have been fit (or fuddled).
I remained there until I joined the Army, which is another story.
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