A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 67 - The Guarding the Turkey Farm Episode I was posted one November, to a farm near Kinoulton in Nottinghamshire, assigned to protect the Turkeys being fattened in time for Christmas. As usual the assignment instructions were vague and lacking in detail. when I arriv...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 66 - Christmas 1955 The first Christmas I can remember after Mater had hopped it, leaving me and Dad in peace. Dad being Dad, and not inclined to spend money unless it was absolutely vital, did get me a few Christmas presents though. A packet of the new fire-lighte...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 65 - The Hospital Visitor? After my cardiac surgery, and two days of which I can remember little, I was moved to the Intensive care for a day, then back into the 'Morris' cardiac ward in the Nottingham City Hospital. As I awoke, and looked at the paraphernalia protrudi...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 64 - One of my fortnightly trips to the public baths Each fortnight, Dad and I would venture out to the Public baths on Portland Street, in the Meadows area of Nottingham. It was a very stressful exercise for Dad, because it involved him parting with 3d (1½p), and th...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 63 - Hospital ProcedureThis chapter shoots to the present day - in an effort to recall my short term memory quickly and record the events semi-accurately, before I return to my usual haze when the affects of the drugs wear off. I'd starved myself, taken the medications,...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 60 - Marsden's Store Assistant I was working for Marsden's Grocery Stores, and was sent to the Bulwell market branch. All nice smells, nice people, and counter service in those days. Although only a young lad, my forte was 'provisions', and I was adept in the boning,...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 57 - Nottingham Forest vs Leeds United - TV Fame 1 The missus was adamant that I was not to go to this match, but remain at home to do the decorating! Being a cunning little devil, I told her I had to go to work that day anyway. Pleased with myself, I informed the...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 52 - Further Guarding Escapades/Incidents - Alarming Tale in Derby The control room called me at home, asking me to go to a large Derby electrical retailer, who'd been hit the night before. I set off, finding the famous store, on a retail park, right next to one of t...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 47 - Matlock, The High Tor Trip It was a warm sunny day in August, and as I woke up, and lay there picking my nose, I had the urge to get out and get some exercise! (I'd had a similar thought twelve years earlier, but managed to resist that one) I pondered on where t...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, depression and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 45 - The Charity Football Match A bunch of lads from the RAOB lodge, had arranged a charity football match in aid of a couple of Children's Charities, all proper like. Hired a patch of the Forest Recreation ground to use as a pitch, hired the changing room...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, depression and impecuniousness, starting in August 1947 Chapter 42 - Guarding the Submarine Pens So there we were, me and Dave, a lad from Newcastle, posted along with many others to man the outer defences (wire fencing) around the submarine base, in response to some threat or other received by the top brass. Of course...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter 40 - Nottingham Forest vs Ipswich Town My mates were away on holiday, so I wrapped myself up in a great coat, scarf, flat cap etc (it was very cold), took a beef dripping sandwich, apple, and bar of Fry's 5 boys chocolate, and set off to the match on my own. There was a big...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter 38 - The Medical for the British Railway Job, and its findings I'd applied for a job as a British Railways Goods Van Guard, got through the initial interview, and was sent to Derby Station to have my medical carried out. I arrived at the Station, locked my push-bike to a lam...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, starting in August 1947 For three years, I actually took a proper holiday away, fishing with three mates from the Robin Hood Angling Club - Bill Bates, and Jock Kirkpatrick, and Mad Ken. Chapter 37 - The Angling Holidays - Number 3@3 - Athlone, Ireland We managed to get to the Liverpool/Dublin Line Ferry...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, starting in August 1947 For three years, I actually took a proper holiday away, fishing with three mates from the Robin Hood Angling Club - Bill Bates, and Jock Kirkpatrick, and Mad Ken. Here's how they went: Chapter 37 - The Angling Holidays - Number 2@3 - Bungay, Suffolk En route to the Inn where we w...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, starting in August 1947 For three years, I actually took a proper holiday away, fishing with three mates from the Robin Hood Angling Club - Bill Bates, and Jock Kirkpatrick, and Mad Ken. Here's how they went: Chapter 37 - The Angling Holidays - Number 1 - Lockerbie We'd rented a cottage in Lockerbie for...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter 36 - Twenty feet below Prince Charles Yes, there I was, lying in a bed in the busy Ward E19 in the Queens Medical Centre, just after having had surgery, to repair a hernia, and treat prostate cancer. On the floor directly above the ward, was the ward where that Prince Char...
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