We often slept under the dining room table when I was a child. The Second World War was at its height and my parents thought that was the safest place to be during an air raid. At the first sound of the sirens they would each grab one of us and dive under the table, […]
I don’t like chewing gum now. I don’t even like to see people chewing. Once gum seemed exotic – chewing was what hard men and dubious women did in the American films we saw at the local cinema in the 1940s. It was also what American Servicemen did as they strolled around the East Anglian town […]
Early in January the much-publicised escape of two ginger Tamworth pigs caused world-wide interest – reporters were even sent over from America! – until the animals were eventually caught and their bacon saved. It reminded me of when I was a boy and we kept pigs. Sometimes one would escape from the sty and rampage […]
‘Frying Tonight’. This notice, chalked on a board outside Guinea’s, our local JL chip shop, heralded the weekly highlight of our long winter walk home from school. It had opened for business soon after the Second World War. There was a bow window to the left, and the entrance was down several wide wooden steps. […]
In the early 1950s there used to be all kinds of cut-outs on the back of cereal boxes, and they kept me out of trouble for hours! Kellogg’s Corn Flakes had a series of cut-out masks, some of them quite frightening; with used Weetabix boxes you could cut out, fold and stick together vans and […]
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