I didn’t mind the early shift because I’d always been used to getting up early for morning paper round, so I didn’t mind that, so I was finished by half past two and I’d be home just before three o’clock and that would give me early evening and afternoon to go out on the Common and play football with my mates and just sort of mess around in general on our pushbikes.  When I got put on this other shift, not every week, it was alternative weeks I go on this other shift, start at 12 o’clock finish at half past seven, by the time I got home it was 8 o’clock and although you still had a little bit of time left I just didn’t feellike doing it.  I used to think to mysel fI hate this shift and then also every other Sunday they started making me work Sundays.  In those days it was unheard of, there were no shops open or nothing, even the pubs only opened restricted hours and I had to work Sundays from 8 o’clock to 4 o’clock and I thought I’m getting fed up with this.