The 60's was a great time. A massive change in musical culture, employment for the majority who wanted it. A mate of mine in 1965 started work on a Monday, didn't like it, walked out on the Wednesday and then started another job on the following Monday.
I went into instrument engineering at Forsters/Rockware in 1964 and being about one of ten Wigan RL fans in over 1000 who worked there, soon learned how to stand my corner
in many discussions. I stayed there until 1972 where I joined the Big Red H an American owned multi national Industrial, domestic control/aerospace diverse company.
I loved my time at Rockware and could have stayed there but ambition sort of drove me elsewhere. It gave me a great grounding for a career that took me all over the World, some great places and some that I vowed I'd never go back to.
So in essence the 60's was a great time to be alive. a real fun time.
The 1961 final I went on a coach from the Brown Cow in Billinge mixed Wigan and Saints fans. I was only twelve at the time, I remember it being a hot day, Fred Griffiths hit the post with a penalty which I think would have put Wigan just in front.
In 1966 we went by train at midnight from Wigan. We went into central London and who should we see walking with two stunning young ladies on each arm but Keith Moon and Pete Townsend.
Great memories. I slept on the luggage rack on the way home, preparing for the "debate" in work on Monday morning!!