I joined the RAF at fifteen. It was all I’d ever wanted to do. It was really tough, mind. You had no rights.
We got fifteen shilling a week – seventy-five pence. Out of that you had to buy polish, Brasso, Duraglit and your dusters.
There was always someone with enough money to play our favourite song on the NAAFI’s jukebox – Del Shannon’s ‘Runaway’. Quite a few of us thought of doing that!
Photo: Cleadon, South Tyneside