It wasn’t all drugs, sex and rock and roll. In fact, nothing like it it. Just the normal teenage angst of a 15 year old boy.
The Red House A red house, in Gander Green Lane, was not lost not lost on smart school kids, as a clash of colour identity. ‘I wonder why it’s called Gander Green Lane,’ Paul asked. ‘It sounds like an old name, from the times when one shoed geese to get them to market,’ I offered.Continue reading “60s Teenage Angst 2 – The Red House”
Little Town Blues – or why I became a science teacher. Little Town, Essex. Real name – Stanford-le-Hope. Better named back then, Stanford-no-Hope. A just reminder that the ‘good old days,’ were actually, crap! The pictures of it look great, now! Put Stanford-le-Hope Fertilizers into your search engine and check out images. Not so pretty!Continue reading “60s Teenage Angst 3 – Workplace”