Tag: childhood

Punishment To Fit The Crime

Solar rays envelope large swathes of West Yorkshire as I write. The meteorological god Zeus finally turning off the celestial precipitation tap*** allowing me to finally get into the garden to undertake much needed maintenance. Not my own garden back in LS15, but the lawns and borders of my mother’s WF3 home. *** – I

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Q

During the half century I’ve resided on this dysfunctional planet I’ve been confronted by numerous intriguing life questions. Among them an irritational compulsion to unearth what the Q stood for in the name of my childhood optician JQ Summers. The affable Scotsman who practised his ophthalmic trade in a shop opposite the Cannon pub on

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Fire Up The DeLorean, Marty!

For the first time since childhood, this morning I’d cause to utilise Germolene antiseptic cream. I’ll openly admit it not the most interesting minutiae you’ll hear today. However, I felt moved to mention undertaking the act as, with it’s distinctive aroma, exposure to this germ battling lotion evoked memories of my fledgling years. On suffering

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Tower Town Tale

I had a drive over to Blackpool yesterday, dropping mater off at the home of long-standing close family friends – A clan who’ve been thick as thieves with my brood since meeting in their native Leeds in early 1960’s. Although the tower town is a place I’ve not visited much in adulthood, it’s a domain

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The Eleven Pauls

I was saddened yesterday to read of ex-Leeds United utility man Paul Madeley’s death at the age of 73. A consummate professional footballer, Madeley displayed career long loyalty to the team who played a few hundred yards from his childhood home. For eighteen years, a class act on and off field, representing both club and

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Off Spinning In His Grave

I see the Aussie cricket team have admitted to ball tampering during the last Test Match against South Africa at the weekend. An incident that led to the Australian Prime Minister appeared in the press condemning team captain Steve Smith and others who sanctioned or carried out the act of cheating. The Aussies were copped

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Loco Motives

Childhood domain bound, tracks below feet Domicile o’ inculcation, though birthplace possesses heart Half century crisis of identity, through yeti unable to embrace Self-induced purgatory, mind tormented for his folly If purgatory a halfway house, then has he departed? His final journey, destination redemption.   Locomotive, what are loco man’s motives Tracks are not of tears,

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I Didn’t Know It Was Swearing Mum!!

A few days back I relayed recollections from my young childhood. While I mulled over a topic for today’s prose my wife Karen, who’d enjoyed that prose, suggested I journal further memories from the same era……….. Only funny ones this time. To be honest, what she really said “Was it you who ate that last Kit

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