<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:44:40.118Z</updated><title type='text'>A  Life Traveller's Tale</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-2526215000894411707</id><published>2011-04-27T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:04:30.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FLEET STREET TO WAPPING.</title><summary type='text'>         
Building work began in 1980 on the Wapping plant.  At the time a staff newspaper was produced. On it’s front page it had a model of the new plant with the headline. ‘THIS IS IT. WHAT OUR SUPER NEW PRINTING PLANT IN DOCKLAND WILL LOOK LIKE’ On the back page under the heading ‘WAPPING WILL GIVE US ROOM TO SPREAD’.  It said the following. “The big question everyone is asking is ‘Who goes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/2526215000894411707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=2526215000894411707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/2526215000894411707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/2526215000894411707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2011/04/fleet-street-to-wapping.html' title='FLEET STREET TO WAPPING.'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-3915376271606691499</id><published>2010-05-02T11:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T11:02:53.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW GREEN WERE WE THEN?</title><summary type='text'>I am amazed when I visit the supermarket. Shoppers loading  huge trolley loads of shopping in monster four wheel drive vehicles.It has provoked some thoughts.  The first one is “Do they really need all that shopping”?Secondly. “Are four wheel drive vehicles necessary for driving around the suburbs?Well judging by the amount of shopping it is obvious they need a Chelsea Tractor to  transport it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/3915376271606691499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=3915376271606691499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/3915376271606691499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/3915376271606691499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-green-were-we-then.html' title='HOW GREEN WERE WE THEN?'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-747420765909282561</id><published>2010-04-15T17:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:11:28.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The London Marathon</title><summary type='text'>The London Marathon is almost here again.  It is a great event for spectators and for all those who take part.I have had the pleasure in competing in two London Marathons.  The first was in 1987 and the second  in 2000.The 1987 marathon was quite an event.  An awful lot was going on in my life at the time,  mainly the Wapping dispute.  I will tell you about this at a later time.For anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/747420765909282561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=747420765909282561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/747420765909282561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/747420765909282561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2010/04/london-marathon.html' title='The London Marathon'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-404986740228562673</id><published>2010-03-30T18:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:32:35.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in the basement</title><summary type='text'>     
Space at the News of the World and Sun Library at Bouverie Street was at a premium.  To alleviate this problem cuttings files were constantly being ‘weeded’. Older files and deceased personalities were transferred to the basement.

To reach the basement you had to traverse to the other end of the building and then chance your luck in a rickety old lift – the type that had a cage which was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/404986740228562673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=404986740228562673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/404986740228562673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/404986740228562673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2010/03/down-in-basement.html' title='Down in the basement'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-721068198751932477</id><published>2010-02-18T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:07:38.138Z</updated><title type='text'>Hole in the Elephant's bottom</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that I can remember insignificant trivia from my childhood but forget prominent facts from yesterday?What will I be like in twenty years time? .  Dead. Yes I anticipated that one.Only the other day I was driving home listening to the radio when the DJ played a “Blast  from the past.”   which happened to be Bachelor Boy by Cliff Richard.  Now I disliked that song when it was released – </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/721068198751932477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=721068198751932477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/721068198751932477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/721068198751932477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2010/02/hole-in-elephants-bottom.html' title='Hole in the Elephant&apos;s bottom'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-7146576047869683307</id><published>2010-01-18T11:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:09:11.778Z</updated><title type='text'>What have they done to The Cheese?</title><summary type='text'>I visited my old haunt of Fleet Street recently. So many memories... the Street  had changed beyond all recognition.The Cheese referred to is 'Ye Olde Cheshire  Cheese' just off Fleet Street. It's still there but is now owned by a chain.  You can imagine what it is now like...How can they do that to an  establishment with so much history?Anyway apologies to Malvina Reynolds who  penned the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7146576047869683307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=7146576047869683307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/7146576047869683307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/7146576047869683307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-have-they-done-to-cheese.html' title='What have they done to The Cheese?'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S1RDjCl9FgI/AAAAAAAACRU/-XHjGDc0z7s/s72-c/Cheshire+cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-3864889847146754895</id><published>2009-10-17T10:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:14:00.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia here I come</title><summary type='text'>Away for a month    - shorts and sandals - great!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/3864889847146754895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=3864889847146754895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/3864889847146754895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/3864889847146754895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/10/australia-here-i-come.html' title='Australia here I come'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-1635933862602357602</id><published>2009-10-16T14:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:31:06.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Radio London</title><summary type='text'>By  David J Webb.                  Modern pubs...  What do you think?  Some are fine -  most are not. What I really dislike is the fact that it is very rare to find a pub without  gaming machines, Sky television or juke boxes.  I visited one recently; it was one of these pubs that had been transformed from a bank. It was called something like the Pratt and Pillock.  The bar was in semi darkness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/1635933862602357602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=1635933862602357602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/1635933862602357602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/1635933862602357602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonderful-radio-london.html' title='Wonderful Radio London'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-7630081255544970361</id><published>2009-09-28T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:07:06.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught  By The Slip</title><summary type='text'>Part 7 of my life in a newspaper                Reference Library                    By                    David J Webb.It was with sadness I read earlier this month that the Reference Library at News International is to close. I hope that all the records will be preserved. There are newspaper cuttings, books and volumes spanning over a century.  The work and dedication this represents deserves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7630081255544970361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=7630081255544970361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/7630081255544970361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/7630081255544970361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/09/caught-by-slip.html' title='Caught  By The Slip'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-5085461613325772131</id><published>2009-09-22T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:24:39.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaw Bone Of An Ass</title><summary type='text'>Part 6 of my life in a newspaper                Reference Library.                By.                 David J WebbWhat were the big stories of 1987?Well we had  a general election. British Airways was privatised. Black Monday on the Stock Exchange.The Enniskellen bombing.Illegal share dealing at Guinness.And we were still waiting for Crystal Palace to “become the team of the eighties,”All this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/5085461613325772131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=5085461613325772131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/5085461613325772131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/5085461613325772131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/09/jaw-bone-of-ass.html' title='Jaw Bone Of An Ass'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-7448397427653901964</id><published>2009-09-14T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:41:49.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing to pot</title><summary type='text'>Part 5 of my life in a newspaper Reference Library                        By                    David J Webb.After Rupert Murdoch had purchased the old broadsheet Sun from IPC in 1969 extra staff were recruited for the reference library and other departments.  This was in addition to staff transferred from the old Sun.  At this time Fleet Street was a closed shop.  This meant staff had to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/7448397427653901964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=7448397427653901964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/7448397427653901964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/7448397427653901964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-to-pot.html' title='Growing to pot'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-5642768626765401930</id><published>2009-09-14T12:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:34:44.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1967 and to infinity and beyond!</title><summary type='text'>The second photo was taken at a folk group practice in 2003 and the last photo -  with The Hog Eye Men -was taken by Bob Watson at Harwich in 2008</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/5642768626765401930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=5642768626765401930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/5642768626765401930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/5642768626765401930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/09/1967-can-you-see-me.html' title='1967 and to infinity and beyond!'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/Sq4vJu_bohI/AAAAAAAACBI/am_gbs4qTXA/s72-c/party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-3607867579353329858</id><published>2009-09-11T14:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:09:31.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Street of Ink</title><summary type='text'>STREET OF INK ….OR SHOULD I SAY DRINK?           Part 4 of my life in a newspaper Reference Library.                                        By  David Webb.I was told on my first working day at the Daily Herald that Fleet Street was known as the Street of Ink.  I was soon to discover however that it would have been more descriptive to call it the Street of Drink.  It was booze and tea which kept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/3607867579353329858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=3607867579353329858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/3607867579353329858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/3607867579353329858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/09/street-of-ink.html' title='Street of Ink'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-63868478236089450</id><published>2009-09-06T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:33:55.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Again!</title><summary type='text'>Part 3 of my life in a newspaper Reference Library                   By David Webb.There were two things that George Oliver, the librarian at the Sun and News of the World at Bouvrie Street would not tolerate.  Absenteeism and lateness.  If you had to attend a funeral and requested a days leave his stock answer would be “ I buried my father in the morning and came into work in the afternoon.”If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/63868478236089450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=63868478236089450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/63868478236089450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/63868478236089450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-again.html' title='Late Again!'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-5440773079376940701</id><published>2009-08-22T11:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:53:29.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hog Eye Men - see perform at forthcoming event</title><summary type='text'>Click HERE to get details about the Harwich Sea Shanty Festival - where, amongst other groups, you can see The Hog Eye men performing.See the video clip to get a taste of some other groups from last years festival.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/5440773079376940701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=5440773079376940701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/5440773079376940701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/5440773079376940701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/08/hog-eye-men-see-perform-at-forthcoming.html' title='The Hog Eye Men - see perform at forthcoming event'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-4945078807909794589</id><published>2009-08-18T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:02:30.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><summary type='text'>Part 2 of my life in a newspaper Reference Library.                                                By David J Webb.In September 1964 the Daily Herald with a dwindling circulation inevitably died.  As from the 15th a new newspaper would be launched. “A newspaper born in the age we live in.” the advertisement’s screamed at us from TV sets and hoardings.On the evening of the launch of the new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/4945078807909794589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=4945078807909794589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/4945078807909794589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/4945078807909794589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-1466329849674803335</id><published>2009-08-18T15:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:35:40.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Days</title><summary type='text'>On the 19th September 1963 I received the following letter from Odhams Press Limited.: -“Further to our interview of  last Tuesday, I confirm your engagement as messenger at a salary of 4 pounds 2 shillings and threepence per week, plus cost of living bonus, and shall be pleased if you will report for duty at 9am Monday, 30th September, to Mr R. H. Thomas at the above address.To set the scene </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/1466329849674803335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=1466329849674803335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/1466329849674803335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/1466329849674803335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/08/early-days.html' title='Early Days'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-403767542326695768.post-9214111437607075171</id><published>2009-03-14T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:20:43.774Z</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a pommy raider</title><summary type='text'>I was desperate to go on Raid Australia. Only problem was I had no car to do it in. OK I do have a car in the UK but there was no way I was going to drive our pride and joy in the Aussie Outback on roads I will describe to you later. To hire a car over there was an option but as I was travelling alone this would have proved complicated. Cars for "Raid" have to be prepared accordingly.My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/feeds/9214111437607075171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=403767542326695768&amp;postID=9214111437607075171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/9214111437607075171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/403767542326695768/posts/default/9214111437607075171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheprint.blogspot.com/2009/03/diary-of-pommy-raider.html' title='Diary of a pommy raider'/><author><name>NEARBYTREE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GgOA9Ci44Zg/S_bJ3U48yHI/AAAAAAAACdA/XCUpo43Wtsc/S220/coloured+seagull+copyright.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
