Tag: Northern Town
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A Place that was Ours. Chapter Four – Splendour.
I never discovered the name of the friendly police officer who asked me questions at my bedside in Bedeport Hospital. The constable who stood in our front room about a month later was certainly not cast from the same mould, in either stature or demeanour. His voice was sour, his thin face drooped like a […]
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A Place that was Ours: Chapter Three. A Beautiful Game
Bill Shankly, one of the great football managers, once said that some people regarded football as a matter of life or death. He expressed his deep disappointment with their attitude, adding: “I can assure you football is much, much more important than that.” If, like me, you were a kid growing up in our town […]
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A Place That Was Ours
“History,” Jonna once said to me, “Is all about Christmases.” I might have raised an eyebrow at that, but he insisted. “Think back on it, Chas. Like, nineteen-eighty-one: what do you remember about that year?”” “I got a bike.” “Aye, and when did you get it?” “Christmas.” “There y’are then!” Said Jonna, his case proven. […]
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