Category Archives: Autobiography

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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Bleak Dystopian Future

As time drifts ever onward Memory’s seem to fade faster, each day Short term memory loss, concerning Like a rubbed out black board Where only the odd word is still discernable. The once busy blackboard’s copious notes Instructions to be … Continue reading

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A Chance Encounter

I met this old man in Dagnam Park in the London Borough of Havering in the winter of about 1973. He had an old push chair, for transporting his logs, a bow saw to separate them into reasonable sized chunks … Continue reading

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Home contents insurance

In the late 1990s, an elderly tenant living on the estate rang me to asked me to come and see her as she had a problem. I was at her door within ten minutes. I had known Pat for a … Continue reading

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Window cleaners and their insatiable curiosity

When I was a teenager I let in the window cleaner into the house. He came round once a month doing the windows both inside and outside. He was a seedy looking thin faced man, with ever shifting eyes. I … Continue reading

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