Category Archives: Autobiography

More (grown up) memories.

Pat and I struggled on for a few more months, but it became clearer and clearer to me that Pat was leading a double life, (as in truth, I was). Pat showing me off as her husband to her family … Continue reading

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Wednesday Night At The Moon

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Grown up at last.

At aged 9 or 10 years old my best friend was Paul Brewster who lived in the two top floor rooms and the two tiny attic rooms at 57 Gibson Square just 2 doors down from me in 59 Gibson … Continue reading

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A Message From The Grave- Kids

Destiny has no hurry So walk slowly Gently see each mile Smile while you may. Tears will visit Time to time Strife is, after all… Just part of life. True love lasts Steadfast, beyond time Hold each deep Cherish your … Continue reading

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Simple Yesterdays

When the kids were young Around this time of the year We’d secure them in the car And head for country lanes. Squashed into the smallest hedgerow gaps Along the roadside, we’d park up, Winkle the kids out roadside Each … Continue reading

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Please Sir May I?

In 1963 I was still in touch with some old school friends and like most nineteen year olds was obsessed with girls, smart clothes, girls, spots, hanging out with my mates, girls, cars, acting hard, having a pint  and (did … Continue reading

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Sausage and Eggs

In the photographs above you will notice a pork sausage, no ordinary pork sausage but a high meat content sausage. This sausage was fried last summer in Romford at about noon on a Saturday. Its former partner was consumed immediately … Continue reading

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Just Memories

In 1961 I left school at nearly seventeen. I was an apprenticed plumber with a firm called G.N.Haden and sons, based in Tailstock Square. Travelling across London from building site to building site, three weeks here, four months there, I … Continue reading

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