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PETERBOROUGH | LETTERS
AS A former bank manager I also deplore the standard of dress these days (Letters), with staff wearing short sleeves and fleeces. As a cashier, I was once sent home to change my white shirt because it had a pinkish tinge. I also recall, as a junior manager, wearing a blazer that bore the company logo when I went for lunch with a customer, who told me in no uncertain terms that if he’d wanted to dine with a bus driver, he would have caught a bus. After that, I wore suits. TONY FOOT, Mosterton, Dorset. IN THE 1960s, if you had attended grammar school, spoke nicely and were neatly turned out, you could be a bank clerk without any O-levels. When banks opened at 10am, there would be one clerk and a long queue. I worked for the Post Office and you then needed to have four O-levels, maths being one of them. We were paid higher salaries than our friends at the banks yet, unfathomably, folk respected bank staff but referred to us as mere ‘public servants’. CHRISTINE HOLLAND, Wallasey, cheshire.