Category Archives: Autobiography

A plumbing lesson at Sir Philip Magnus School in 1960

I attended this school from the age of eleven until sixteen (1955–1960). It was a very good school with its students split into two streams: a) for academics and b) for building trades). I was in the ‘b’ stream. My … Continue reading

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Rodin’s the Thinker: or was it called the dreamer

Back in the mid to late 50s, our teachers only addressed us children by our surnames or more usually as ‘You boy’, or, ‘You Girl’. I’m afraid on many occasions I was told “You boy, pay attention and stop your … Continue reading

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Exploitation of public assets by London Borough of Havering, 2018

This year (2018) our local Harrow Lodge Park was subjected to two hideous instances of corporate exploitation. The flats can be viewed as luxurious, they are spaciously built to “Parker Morris” standards and with an envious view over the park … Continue reading

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The Isle of Wight

Up by six, out by seven A two hour drive South Though the ‘New Forest’ It’s verdant green, still seems pristine Hedge-row flowers Created as nature’s, florist. We meet the others at the ferry The children, bright eyed Impatient to … Continue reading

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1951 – Cherry Pie

Replete with dinner, just eaten Mum brought a golden pie in from the kitchen The jug of custard quickly followed, “Be careful, the cherries have stones Just leave them round the side of your dish”. Soon after we, three boys, … Continue reading

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A conversation between my parents

Mum: I’ve been bitten by a mosquito! Dad: I’ll bet it’s regretting it. Chris

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Housing upgrades, repairs and creative tension

In the winter of 1969, I and five other tradesmen were directed to work in a derelict house in Rushmore Road Hackney. Two stories high it had two bedrooms, a large living room and a  brick back edition. There was … Continue reading

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