[Charliewool]

I worked nightshift for the old SUN (now Herald Sun) newspaper deep down in the bowels of Flinders St just after I'd finished my apprenticeship back in late 70's for 6 odd months.
Official position was "Rotary Press Operator" which paid about 2 and a half times what a tradesmans wage was back then.
We started "officially" at 10pm, but it was virtually compulsary that you fronted at the Phoenix Hotel at around 8pm for a quick 6 pots.
"Lunch" was as soon as the country edition was clear (about 1am) when you'd have another 2 or 3 "compulsary" Tubes (Tubes being the now defunct tall cans that held lots!)
Knockoff time was after the last paper rolled off the press, then it was straight down to either the Stork or The Waterside early openers for a few more well earned pots!
These guys had been going through this same ritual for years and years.. I remember the leading hand had been there for 28yrs, and I'm sure had never been sober!
Anyhow.. The money was magic. The guys were real old school diehards, and I learnt so much (not much about printing newspapers though: )
But I threw the towel in... I'm sure my liver would have been totally pickled otherwise!