Category Archives: Autobiography

When injustice is self imposed

Who would have believed the Tories winning the election by a thumping majority after all that they did over the last ten years? Yes, I acknowledge that Corbyn didn’t turn out to be the Leader I expected when he took … Continue reading

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Life Lessons

When I was small, I didn’t think it strange at all To be told what to do and say And so, I was cocooned in my world Although poor, we were warm and well fed, each day. School was challenging, … Continue reading

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A Great Night Out

Getting on for thirty years ago, one of my plumbers Roger told me that he and a group of his friends had nurtured a dream for some years. They’d formed their own “Entertainment Group” playing and singing in pubs and … Continue reading

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Ancestry

Last month both Jan and I were invited to my cousin’s and his wife’s fiftieth wedding anniversary. It wasn’t until near the date of the celebration we learned that four of our children(?), their partners and grandchildren were also invited. … Continue reading

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Chairing a School Exclusion Meeting

Many of us have Chaired various meetings in the past, but I think one of the most testing; for me was when I was Chair of Governors at one of Harold Hill’s more notorious schools. Yes the school had a … Continue reading

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The London Borough of agony

Hackney Borough Council is very old It is poor, yet there are rich people there It is cosmopolitan, yet it is still cockney A fair share of crooks but a nice place to behold. I have been in every part … Continue reading

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A Holiday Scare

In 1980 my Mum had booked a holiday where we shared the cost of a rented house near Hastings. Dad drove Mum and Auntie Hilda (Mum’s sister) and I followed with Anne, our daughter Rita, my son Terry and Lucky … Continue reading

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