Farm working rocks
Can't quite recall the year, but during the break between finishing sixth form and going to Uni, I went to work at a farm sweetcorn packing.

It was your typical summer job set up, a few nice regular staff, a few disgruntled little Hitler types who couldn't face waking every morning, and coming in to see students starting out their lives full of promise, fun (and lots of horny sex - fnnnar).

It was an extremley repetitious job, standing at conveyor belts of sweetcorn, packing then in to crates and putting tickets in the crates (you were paid a basic wage plus bonus related to crate throughput).

Our only salvation was the Radio, but the twats had Radio 1 (you all know how often you heard the same songs on R1 during the early nineties right?).

There are a few songs that no matter how often you heard them they raised your spirits - here are some associations I have from those days:

Wonderstuff - Size of a Cow. When ever this came on, we would get the youngest, sweetest corns, strip the skins, then wallop them as hard as we could on the metal bars to our left or right. Result - sweetcorn juice hitting about the next 4 packers in your line. 1 person starts, about 30 playing by the end of the song (unless a little Hitler found out and sent you outside to shovel shit for the rest of the day).

Blur - Country House. Basically use the weird green pubey stuff (shit knows what part of the sweetcorn growing process this green curly, sponge like stuff was a part of) to make handle bar moustaches, goatees, and other weird facial and trouser area hair, then do cockney strutting about the place whilst chanting about a very big haaaaaasssss in the CUNT reeeee.

Finally - Dodgy - In a Room. Whilst 2 of our 4 strong possee of summer sweetcorn buddies were on the beach with our radio, we would laugh at our scam with the other loosers "in a room" full of corn and twats. The simple clocking on machine, and un-guarded finished crates of corn, made it very easy for 2 people to emulate and provide the illusion of 4 extremley hard working people coming in at roughly the same time, leaving at roughly the same time, and all having put the most crates of corn through the factory.

God I loved that job........
(Growbag Pointless, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 8:31, 3 replies)

Excellent
THAT is what being young is all about. Beautifully evocative; those memories will keep you warm throughout your life.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 8:56, closed)

The year was Summer '95
i was between my first and second year at Uni, Dodgy played at Glasto, Blur (country house ) vs. Oasis (roll with it) was all over the radio and Prodigy were on the 2nd leg of the 'Jilted' tour (i saw them twice - once before keef cut his hair!)

i spent the summer working in the Next head office warehouse with my mate Adam via an agency also listening to these tunes earning a pittance. Listening to the same station at probably the same time but a seperate life way. Truely happy days
(TheManofScience, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 10:29, closed)

Love it - I still try and listen to live music and search out stuff (one of my cycling buddies is a bit trendy and introduces me to such things as bombay bicycle club etc) - but isn't it funny how much your youth is reflected through music.

It is was also a great feeling of freedom and coming of age when you are lucky enough to link leaving school, having a beer money only job, and a social life you can only now dream off (and immunity to hangovers).

Having someone in your group that has a set of wheels, and the endless possibilities of that long hot summer, and where your life will open out.

I am only 35, but already it seems a lifetime ago!!!!

I am going to dig out some oldies via Spotify and wrap myself in some nostalgia....
(Growbag Pointless, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 16:57, closed)