Until the age of seven i lived in the house in Paradise road where i was born. It was a three bedroom house which was shared by my parents, my two older sisters Wendy and Susan, myself, auntie Elsi, her friend Mrs Coldis and Mrs Coldis son Paul. God knows where everyone slept but  I do know that my bed was at the end of my parents bed so i assume thats why i don't have any younger brothers or sisters. Paul i'm told was a police photographer although i don't recall seeing any photos of policemen about the house.He did however introduce us to home movies.He gathered everyone around a small screen in auntie Elsi,s downstairs room and showed us a film of the Great Wall of China. This was to become the first of many sights(the great wall of China that is) that over the years i would never get visit, but trust me there have been a lot more since.,

For me it all started on the 24th of October 1947when i was dragged kicking struggling and fighting for air from my mothers pain racked body. (Rather like a drunken teenager being thrown out of a nightclub on a saturday night.) I was held upside down and slapped.I screamed opened my eyes and was blinded by the light(in much the same way that mannfred manns earth band were to be some twenty odd years later).
I had arrived and i hit the ground running, running way to fast as it turned out because i've suddenly found my self here, a nearly 63 year old retired puplican, postman, milkman, factory worker and for a brief moment a wharehouse man. i move very slowly these days in an attempt to save what little time i have left ,also i now have a pain racked body , Rather like the one my poor mother had back in 1947 but not in the same places. My intention is to fill in the gap between then and now and hopefully keep myself and anybody else who maybe out there amused.