Category Archives: Autobiography

I enjoy proper music

Not the brash, brain numbing trash As depicted by, young, strutting peacocks Their brand of noise, I find irritating To the point where I try not to listen. Recently, whilst in a crowded pub People were all talking at once … Continue reading

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Country Dancing: Thornhill Road School

In 1949 I started my school life at Thornhill Road Infant School. The Second World War had ended four years earlier and rationing was still firmly in place. Although my family, (two older brothers,  Mum and Dad), were poor, we … Continue reading

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Refurbishing grade one listed buildings in Hackney

The first two years of my seven year apprenticeship was done at Sir Philip Magnus trade and academic school. Looking back at those two years I’m amazed at how much was covered. Our plumbing teacher was called Tom Freeman and … Continue reading

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Yes Doctor, no Doctor, three bags full Doctor

I’ve been confined in hospital just five times in the last fifty years. Firstly in Hackney’s German hospital, then Hackney General followed by Romford’s Oldchurch. My final hospitalisation was in the new Queen’s  Hospital, Romford. As a consequence, I’ve made … Continue reading

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Poison in a round tin

In 1963, I’d begun my plumbing apprenticeship and was working on a building site at Waltham Cross. My boss, Tony, told me that I was going to join the six rainwater stacks into the earthenware drains using a product called … Continue reading

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Hackney DLO

In 1965 I was employed by the Hackney Direct Labour Organisation (DLO). I enjoyed being one of their plumbers. It wasn’t a prestigious position but aged twenty one I only wanted a steady reliable income. The talk in the building … Continue reading

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The Nags Head, Covent Garden

In early November 2018 my wife’s uncle came over from Canada. He’d emigrated 54 years ago and obviously was very much ‘Canadian’. He wanted a family day out with Jan, my wife, me and Jan’s sister and her husband. He … Continue reading

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