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 In this chapter he remembers from 1950s, as a young lad, when his Dad would take him to the Empire Theatre in Nottingham, and used to made him sit and watch what bit he could see over the front of the stalls up in the 9d (3¼p) seats in the Gods, with many wonderful acts performin...
Advertised in the Nottingham Evening Post, this surely explains why we need to apply ourselves and provide the resources to cater for our elderly citizens? Nottingham Council's Adoption Agency Nottinghamshire Council provides a range of services to looked after children and aims to provide quality foster care placements to meet each child's individual needs in respect of race, culture, relig...
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, 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...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter 35 - Vehicular Venialia's Having owned many different types of motorbikes for many years, I thought it a good idea to buy a three-wheeler car, that I could drive with legally, on my motorbike licence. I eventually got a Reliant Robin (brown), W reg. Apart from still wanting...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter 33 - Security Guard - I Call for backup I was working as a static security guard in Nottingham, at a furniture making factory. The company had asked for a security officer, as an end wall to the factory, had been hit by a fork lift, and it had collapsed. So security was comp...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter 32 - The Night of Storms So there I was, out of work for the first time. In those days it was easier to get another job, but all I could manage was to become a night security guard for a local company.... on £3.10 ($4.79) an hour! I was posted to the Co-op college out in th...
A diary of one man's utter failure, depression, frustration, cock-ups, and poverty, that started in August 1947 Chapter 30 - The Rats I was working at the Nottingham Cooperative Society's Co-op House on Upper Parliament Street, in the food hall, as general dogsbody, and goffer. I was sent down to the cellars below, to lay mouse traps and rat poison, in an effort clear the place of the lit...
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...
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