Back in the Day
I was born and raised on National dried Milk my cot sheets were cotton and not black silk, Began my teething on a Farley's rusk screaming all day from dawn until dusk, Sent bandy from Terry towel nappy that red raw rash made me unhappy.
At four years old I was pushed off to school for which I took umbrage - thought it so cruel! But I settled down, played marbles and 'Flick' with cigarette cards I'd managed to nick off my big brother whose old shirt I wore With baggy short trousers that dragged on the floor.
A sprinkle of sugar on Mothers pride bread when you came home from school kept you well fed, We had re-cycling a long time before- there was a green bin placed outside our door For nothing was wasted all was consumed and if you didn't like it -hunger soon loomed.
Mothers bread pudding was our staple diet if stuff wasn't fresh then Mum wouldn't buy it Chips with batterbits was Saturday lunch for tea, mashed bananas bought by the bunch While the radio spewed out the pools results and Dad hoped to scoop the seventy five grand.
On a Friday night the breadman would call the milkman, the coalman, Mum paid them all The Corona man brought us all fizzy pop, half pints of orange juice filled to the top Supplied by the milkman with sterilised milk slipped down thirsty throats smooth as silk!
Had two TV channels both black and white, the Woodentops made us scream with delight Our friends Bill and Ben where always about when weed popped up we'd all bawl and shout, George Formby on Sunday was always a must and Old Mother Riley for laughs you could trust.
Rawhide and Wagon Train kept us all glued to the telly at night - but mother was shrewd A little slot meter was fixed onto the back gave us the shows till the screen went black Just half of Cheyenne was all that you got because mum didn't have a bob for the slot.
Luxembourg gave us the charts on the radio we watched the six five special, Ready steady go, Billy Fury, Adam Faith, Cliff Richard and more played from the Dansette on the bedroom floor, Young Janice Nicholls said 'Oi'll give it five' on 'Thank your lucky stars' coming on live.
Sliding down grass slopes on cardboard from the shop supping Dandelion and Burdock - such strange pop, The Beano, The Beezer and the Dandy too, the Buster the Topper had free gifts for you, Bunty and Judy were what our sisters read stories of Four Marys, kept beneath the bed.
Looking back on my times, makes me so sad but I loved every moment when I was a lad, Becoming a fireman when I grew older then a Policeman and then a Soldier. My innocence of childhood now long gone but here in my head they will all live on.