Category Archives: Autobiography

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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Rationing 1940-1954

I was born in 1944. My first two years I and my two older brothers were evacuated with our mother to a small terraced house in Bolton (Lancashire). We returned to London in 1946. I remember shopping with my Mum … Continue reading

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Yobbish behaviour

Living on a council estate in the east end of London, we are quite used to seeing wrong doing. It is fair to say, the police know this estate well. They know some of our residents very well. One or … Continue reading

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