Tag Archives: working class life

The Bow and Arrow Pub, Harold Hill

Those who have read my blog on the Pompadours pub (aka the “Flying Bottles”) may have got the impression that all of Harold Hill was a nest of malcontents, vicious thugs and criminal with no moral compass. This is not true. … Continue reading

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Halcyon Days

Most Sundays, Mum would cook lunch, we called it dinner She spent hours perfecting it I would stand by her side and marvel How such pleasure was choreographed. No fancy measures, no stress She would explain, “Yorkshire pudding” must be … Continue reading

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Yesterday

Yesterday- or really it was a while ago… when I was a girl and my cheeks all aglow As a girl- in my teens It seemed young men liked to look at my dress… my thighs, my bottom and all … Continue reading

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