Be patient, I’m going to start memoirs, actually, many have been typed on here yet a very lot more to come. I will go through my site and tag those writings as such that do include my life. Could make a good book!
You bastard twat shoved something into my right ear at ‘little’ Woodend, about 1970. That ear caused me some problems for a long time, yet you, you fucker, still caused me problems through-out my school years. Mind you, you did invite me to your birthday parties, mainly to push me into Rose bushes, to take the piss, to try throwing me in the deep-end of the then new Shipley swimming pool – I had that fear of water as you knew.