Extra! Extra! Read all about it - The Star’s weekly look at jobs has reached the letter N!
And this week we’re taking a look at the people who bring you the news - and we’re not talking about ourselves.
For while you copy of The Star is still put together like it always has been for decades by our dedicated team of journalists, designers and printers and dozens more essential staff, there’s a vital link in the chain that helps us get our stories into your homes each and every day. And that’s the newsagents, newspaper vendors and newspaper delivery boys and girls across South Yorkshire who are the people who bring you all the news of what’s been going on on your patch.
Although not as common place as they once were, street vendors, with their bellowing voices and more often than not, wrapped up against the cold for long shifts in all weathers on the streets, have been the voice of newspapers for many years.
Office workers rushing home in the rain, shoppers wanting to keep in touch, punters wanting to check the racing results - all will have been tempted in by a hearty roar echoing through the streets of that day’s headlines.
Of course, our newsagents are just as vital a cog in the process of bringing you The Star each day.
When we are sleeping, your newsagent will be snipping open a bundle of The Star.
Each and every morning, when the rest of us are still tucked sleepily into our beds, your newsagent will be snipping open a bundle of that day’s edition, either to sell across their shop counter or to stuff into fluorescent, oversized, grubby bags for legions of youngsters to push through letterboxes across the city.
Many of you reading this will, at one time, have known what it was like to crawl bleary-eyed out of bed in the darkness, race on your bike to the warm, inviting glowing lights of the nearby newsagent, before being dispatched onto the streets, battling against the wind, rain and snow with a heaving and bulky sack full of the day’s news.
Many a 40 or 50 something across South Yorkshire will have tales of yapping dogs nipping around their ankles, letterboxes becoming impromptu shredders by slicing the paper into ribbons or grumpy householders tutting angrily at their gates waiting for the dawdling deliverer, idly wandering down the path, catching up on the latest installment of Hagar The Horrible or Fred Bassett, the closest thing to comics buried deep within those glowing orange sacks.
So we salute and pay tribute to all those who still help bring you the news!