I am an E. Yorks lad,62,6ft tall, glasses and a paunch. Left school at 14 worked in shops and factories, sewers, and swept roads, was a motor cycle test rider, a semi pro footballer and horse breaker. Tried to train as a mental nurse but was too honest for the brutal 60’s system. Went to night school. Eventually trained as a teacher and was head of a Special Needs School from 1982 to 1993. Was also a film critic, food and drink and travel writer. Performed comic monologues, G and S, musical drama, pantomime, and fronted a seven piece blues band for six years. Doctorate in Behavioural Anthropology, Degree in English and a B. Ed. I am also a Captain (rtd) from a defunct African army the naming of which might cause the removal of my forearms by machete.
With my wife Patricia I live in The Gambia, West Africa, with three old dogs, two young cats and a thriving international restaurant. Had a massive stroke four years ago, Whole body, and voice went but the brain didn’t. Friends shipped me out as a cabbage in a wheelchair. After two weeks I told the therapists to depart in an Anglo-Saxon manner, stood up, got dressed and flew back. I retrieved 75% of what I was. Walk, talk, drive and work but not as steady on my feet and my memory lets me down occasionally.
I was looking for something exciting to do and then I found Poemhunter…….
(Hope) I’ve found somewhere to share memories. I write verse (and worse, one of my favourite books) . If it doesn’t cobble together in five minutes I throw it away.
I battle for everything I think right
specially against right as might,
and realise at twenty four
rebelliously I can do more
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I know I’ve got a lot to do,
Plenty of work laid by.
I really must get down the shops
Something special to buy.
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When I heard all the balladeers, and big bands, I thought “Neat”.
But one day Rock and Roll came by with a boogie-woogie beat.
The whole world changed in 18 months as youngsters got the chance
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My mum said “You go steady”. My Dad said “Just take care.”
So I put my foot down to the floor and made the owner swear.
I whizzed around the twisty track, for sixpence, twice a day.
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Buddy Holly at the Odeon and I’ve got stalls, third row.
All my friends are jealous because they wanted to go.
My Dad works at the hozzi where they get tickets buck shee.
“Bloody Holly! I don’t know – you can go because it’s free”
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