Dave great teeth Cormack

[mondo_notion]

I also set up a Green Final round too off my own bat. Does that mean I can get to be on the Board of AFC?!

Depends, did you fill up with green finals and go straight round to dump them in the recycling bin? Go back to the shop half an hour later to pick up your fiver?

If so, that's dirty money and you'll fit in nicely.

[Don Julio]

Mondo - you clearly have no understanding of how the Green Final setup worked!

You were entirely self-employed. The van arrived on a Saturday evening, and you were on commission only. The more papers you sold, the more you got. To be honest, it didn't really turn out to be worth it, and not a great way to spend your Saturday night, but it was a learning experience. Not much else to do in rural Aberdeenshire anyway, I suppose.

[mondo_notion]

Mondo - you clearly have no understanding of how the Green Final setup worked!

You were entirely self-employed. The van arrived on a Saturday evening, and you were on commission only. The more papers you sold, the more you got. To be honest, it didn't really turn out to be worth it, and not a great way to spend your Saturday night, but it was a learning experience. Not much else to do in rural Aberdeenshire anyway, I suppose.

Where was your patch?

I'm sure it was green finals that came in every now and again and all the paperboys were asked if they wanted to deliver them. We were just meant to pop them through letter boxes we didn't sell them. I delivered a few, binned the rest and went back later to do it again.

I pinched the odd mars bar out the back room to.

[Don Julio]

The bright lights of Tarland, late 80s. Certainly in my case it was a direct relationship with the publishers and the paper shop played no role. Had to go round looking for customers, keep accounts, etc. Was a right proper faff! Still, meant you got to find out who in the village was really interested in the football.

[donsdaft]

The bright lights of Tarland, late 80s. Certainly in my case it was a direct relationship with the publishers and the paper shop played no role. Had to go round looking for customers, keep accounts, etc. Was a right proper faff! Still, meant you got to find out who in the village was really interested in the football.

No doubt you has a definite sale to my old man who had a caravan there.
He would never have went without his green final.
You’d remember him as a mannie with two cairn terriers.

[Don Julio]

I doubt it would have crossed my ****age mind to canvass the caravan park. There be toonsers...

The mannie Calder that ran it was a great bloke, though.

(Edit: apparently you can't write t e e n)

[NewOrleansRed]

Where was your patch?

I'm sure it was green finals that came in every now and again and all the paperboys were asked if they wanted to deliver them. We were just meant to pop them through letter boxes we didn't sell them. I delivered a few, binned the rest and went back later to do it again.

I pinched the odd mars bar out the back room to.

Pitmedden. Very early nineties. Maybe 89. Can’t remember. Used to positively fuucking race to the doors of the old Huns after a Rangers defeat and let the doorstep debate ensue. The pure rage. Fond memories of that round. Nae so much the sideways snow and wind but good times.

[donsdaft]

Mondo - you clearly have no understanding of how the Green Final setup worked!

You were entirely self-employed. The van arrived on a Saturday evening, and you were on commission only. The more papers you sold, the more you got. To be honest, it didn't really turn out to be worth it, and not a great way to spend your Saturday night, but it was a learning experience. Not much else to do in rural Aberdeenshire anyway, I suppose.

That set up only started when I stopped delivering Green Finals, which was probably late 1974 when I left school ( officially)
This fact is burned on my memory as my little brother took over my round and actually made some money.

Prior to that I was paid 25p to deliver just over 100 Green Finals.