A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Dart team's weekend out of season trip to Southport There was 15 of us, all looking forward hopefully to sampling the Lancashire ales and lassies, as we climbed into the battered old AEC Regal coach - and set out for the 'Gladstone Pub' Darts Team Annual Outing - this y...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Twent-six: Into the offenders relocation digs The next day, I went off to work at Tesco, and after while I got call from dear mummy. She had got me somewhere to live. (Which I thought I'd already got before she stopped paying the rent, emptied the gas and electricity meters, flogged off...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Twenty-four: Mummy Returns - Work Commences Just as I was about to leave school at 14 years of age, Mummy re-appeared on the scene after about 3 years. And Dad once more relented and took her back in, a move he much regretted later. (So did I) Dad got me job as goffer and van lad at...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Twenty-two: SPORTS: Ahead on points... Another chance for me to prove my sporting prowess came in the boxing competition. I'm not sure how they graded the competitors, but I (all 4ft 2in and 4 stone soaking wet of me) was matched against a 5' 8' 10 stone dude! The school Gym master in h...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Twenty: Mummy Returns Again Mummy returned: full of the usual false compassion and commitment. The real surprise was she bought me a little red haired puppy dog! Because of its colouring, I called it 'Rusty', my first and last dog. It lived in a Heinz bean box behind the chair in the...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Seventeen: Mummy Flees Again - the Bailiffs Call Yes you've guessed it, dear mummy did yet another bunk. However, the events this time, were more interesting: the night after she left, dad and I were sat by the fire, when the door was knocked upon, Dad (a rarity when I was available) an...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Fifteen: Mater Goes Again Mater did another bunk, and dad got us a new tin bath (well second hand as our old one was just beyond any more repair) which I thought was marvellous, but guess who had to keep boiling pans of water on the stove, topping the bath up, and then using the cold dirty...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Thirteen: Just one of Dad's famous 'Nice Walks' Dad thought it was a treat to take me on a marathon walk occasionally. We'd take no food, just a bottle of tap water. We'd walk for miles and miles, always eventually stopping near an orchard in, Bingham, Plumtree, Ruddington, or Bunny, th...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Nine: Mother does another bunk again Dad insisted that I came home from school, cleaned out the fire grate, chopped some wood, and laid the fire in readiness for his arrival home from work. He considered it a waste of money if I lit the fire before he got in. Also I was to ready a meal...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Eight: The Magical Marvellous Mystery of Auntie Mabel Note: I originally intended to leave this emprise out of this story, but decided even writing about it for the first time, brought a warm, comforting glow back to my lonely soul, so I put it in! One Friday night, mother dear gently...
A story of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Five: The Backyard and my burning hair Our row of soot covered old terrace houses, backed up lopsided against the railway viaduct that carried the main London railway-line and others, with Arkwright Street Station above our house, with a narrow back yard, outside toilets and coal houses bu...
We present for your delectation and perusal, 42 future memories, that we believe will come a reality! UK Memories UK Memory One: "Aye, I remember when we only had street riots once a day!" UK Memory Two: "I can remember what Petrol and Diesel were!" UK Memory Three: "I remember when you could buy a week's groceries for three people for under £1,400!" UK Memory Four: "I remember...
Published in aid of the Outer Peruvian Pregnant Kangaroo Appreciation Society, Nottingham Branch. We have obtained from our Futurist Predictor, Mr I Seeitall, a list of comments passed on to the young of 2090, about the year 2050, for your entertainment, perusal, and education. We hope these revelations will assist you all in your future sospital, and will be soloecal to all. Mr Seei...
This article was sent in by an old twerp who used to work in the food retail industry, to the 'Oil Drum Lane Gazette, in Nottingham. "Eeeeh! The price of things nowadays! Why, I can remember when ten shillings would buy you four pints of bitter, a fish supper and you would still have change for tram ticket home." How often have we heard this sort of thing from some people usually a bit older th...
What do you do when life starts to catch up with you? When you have trouble hearing the dialogue in award winning movies on TV...when after sitting too long your knees ache and when you move the creaking wakes the dog? What do you do when after reading all the latest news you think it can't get any worse....and then it does? What do you do when you start a round of golf with 4 pars and a...
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