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In 1989 I made the decision to leave my home town and head for the smoke. The Boro was dead. All of the local industries were being closed or run down. Shipbuilding all but dissapeared and Steel, Chemicals and local government decimated. Working in a government Job Centre was really depressing. There were no jobs to be had. A local supermarket advertised for a part time trolley attendant and we got 3,000 applications. Time for a change. I applied for a transfer to Dept of Employment Overseas Labour Service in London. They did Work permits for overseas workers.
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