Paper Shop

For 30 years we’ve had this shop.  My father has owned it since they came from India in the 1970’s.  Back then he only sold newspapers, sweets and cigarettes.  Now we try to have everything.  We can’t compete otherwise.  People will just go to the supermarkets.  We even sell alcohol.  It’s funny, not many people buy the newspaper anymore but they still call us the paper shop.

People say it isn’t nice around here.  I love it though, there’s a big sense of community.  People don’t really have much but they seem to make the most of it.  Don’t get me wrong, there are problems.  The kids cause problems and late at night there are people selling drugs in the square.  No one has ever bothered us though, they all know my father.  There seems to be some respect for him.

People just see us as the paper shop in the square.  They don’t realise that we have a window to the whole estate.  Everyone that comes into the shop, we know something about them.  We overhear conversations, we have conversations, we know which newspaper you read, we know which cigarettes you smoke, we know which alcohol you drink.  It’s not nosy, you just can’t help it.

My father has seen you grow up from a child to the adult you are now.  He can remember when you came in to the shop to buy sweets when your mother gave you 20p.  He can remember when you and your friends tried to steal a can of coke and he let you go telling you not to do it again.  Now he sees you come in each day to buy your cigarettes, beer and a newspaper.  He doesn’t judge you, because he’s seen it all before.

Even I have watched the change in society over the years.  I have seen the changes in fashion, the changes in people’s attitudes to each other.  Years ago the school kids would be polite, now you have to let them in two at a time.  Let them in two at a time and make sure you watch what they are doing while they are in the shop.  We’ve seen more than most of the people that live here.

They will miss us when we’re gone.  They won’t be able to pop downstairs to get their newspaper in the morning, they’ll have to make the long walk to the supermarket.  The kids won’t have their sweet shops anymore.  The lady in the supermarket won’t ask how your mother is because he knows her.  Times change though I suppose, people don’t buy newspapers anymore and we can’t afford to compete with the supermarket.



8 thoughts on “Paper Shop

  1. I don’t know where you are from, but I started to follow your blog yesterday when noticing the mention of “council houses”, so it must be England somewhere. And today it is the paper shop which i also mentioned in my entry. I grew up in the east End of London, Bethnal Green, so the paper shop was one of the local centers of information in my area. The guy even put it through the door in the evening.


    • I grew up in Kilburn, North West London, . Not lived there for about ten years though! It was the same with me, the local paper shop was where we all used to go and everyone knew the man that owned it. He used to have everything in there, half the things I doubt he ever sold!

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  2. I grew up in the suburban US. Kids used to deliver news papers house to homes (I helped a friend at times). Now they have adult carriers, who drive and throw your news in the mud. No wonder subscriptions dwindled here. Change in times.


    • I haven’t lived in the U.K for quite a long time but I think they still have kids doing paper rounds. Some newspapers have gone solely digital recently too. Living abroad my only real access to news from home was the internet but I do miss reading a physical paper on Sunday mornings.

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      • I do live in the suburbs, kids may deliver in the city. I think probably not though with all the rules and laws now. – I too miss the Sunday paper, they’ve cut it up so much now it’s not worth shopping for here.

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