Memories of a Nobody
This book has been written using down-to-earth language and
It is difficult to write a book using words and phrases that will be
If you are a prude or feel that you may not be able to understand
If you have decided to ignore the well-intended warnings, thank
Please take it to the cashier and pay for it if you are reading it in a
But if you decide not to buy it, I can only say - you don't know
It all began
On 3rd September 1939 war was solemnly declared between Germany and England followed shortly after by a somewhat different declaration between my parents.
As a result of these two actions I was born, in Bolton Lancashire 8th July 1940 into a world of turmoil, noise and frequent blackouts.
I didn't realize at that time, I was too busy learning how to pee and poo, that the worst had yet to come - toffee rationing; it was hard growing up exchanging worthless clothes coupons for the more important Dolly Mixtures etc.
However, in contrast to the nappy, there was a silver lining to this introduction to life; it taught me the art of bartering, which has been of great help to this date.
Having set the main themes of this book, weird sense of humour and the art of creative bargaining, I will attempt to recall enough details of my somewhat different life, and the odd joke, to keep your interest.
At worst you will throw it away or throw up!
My father Bob was a coach painter and mother Phyllis a cotton weaver.
I say this to let you know from the start that I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth; my upbringing was based on love and morality for which I am so grateful.