Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Be the best. Thoroughly enjoyed the book. An excellent read Takes through Geordie s life before and during his time with the Regiment and to proudly claim to have beaten the clock. Mrs L. Nicholson rated it it was amazing May 13, Philip rated it really liked it Jan 03, Brian Smith rated it really liked it Sep 10, R W Eyre rated it really liked it Apr 11, John Harland rated it it was amazing Jan 29, John Nicholson rated it really liked it Nov 17, Norrie Tait rated it really liked it Jul 09, Ben Jordan rated it it was amazing Dec 29, Drew rated it really liked it Sep 17, Kerry Peacock rated it really liked it Jul 26, Jeff skinner rated it really liked it Jan 28, Tim rated it it was amazing Sep 10, Not long after, a serious road accident put paid to his frontline soldiering career but he found an new and vital role in the SAS, as a permanent staff instructor with 23 SAS TA training recruits.
He left the SAS in , but could not settle to civilian life. He found himself a job as a storeman in the SAS Quartermaster's stores—a job which lasted another 12 years until ill health kept him from marching to the nearest barracks to join up once more.
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Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. Sort order. Our family always had a decent Sunday dinner of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, with spuds and cabbage, followed by semolina or sago pudding. A big bag of broken biscuits cost, one old penny was a special treat.
I don't think I had a whole biscuit until , when sweets were de-rationed eight years after the Second World War ended. Every day at school all the children whose dads were on the dole or on very low income were entitled to free milk and a dinner. We had milk at school but had to go to the public baths for our dinner. They put boards over the pool, and the place became a dining hall.
It was only used for swimming in the holidays. Once a week the Salvation Army, which had a hall in the next street, would give out free loaves of bread to the needy. To qualify for that handout locals had to go into the hall, listen to some preaching and join in the hymn-singing. The hall didn't have a lot of room inside, and so it paid to get in the queue early. There was always a crowd of ragged kids attending these sessions, usually including myself and one or two of my sisters. The Salvation Army staff, to their great credit, never asked any questions about which religion anyone belonged to.
They simply handed out the bread regardless. As soon as the Dorans got their loaves we would run home and give them to our mother, who didn't ask any questions either! This tough regime of hardship and daily survival on the streets, living by our wits and luck, continued more or less unabated until the outbreak of the Second World War.
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I grew leaner, fitter, stronger and ever more streetwise, but never lost sight of the strong family values which became my permanent anchor throughout my adventurous life. Money may have been extremely short at this time, but there were some things in Jarrow that the locals had more than enough of — and that included vermin of all kinds. Rats, mice, beetles and cockroaches were liberally distributed throughout the town — and some families specialised in extras, such as fleas and bed bugs! Most of the houses suffered from damp, as there were no damp-proof courses or cavity walls then.
I recall that beetles and cockroaches thrived in such conditions, and the first one out of bed in the morning would hear their tiny feet scurrying away to hide.
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Mousetraps were essential pieces of equipment in every household. What made matters worse sometimes was that a lot of people used to stick wallpaper on with a mixture of flour and water. That was fine until the damp caused the wallpaper to peel and, usually through the night, drop off. Mice would then home in on it for a snack. The rats were not quite so numerous, but they were exceedingly bold.
One day I was walking down our street when I spied a big rat squatting on its hind legs in the gutter. It was chewing on a lump of something which it held with its front paws. As I drew level it stopped chewing and looked right up at me.
It seemed to be saying, 'Who the hell are you, and what do you think you're doing walking down my street? When I was 5 years old my mother asked me if I would like to stay at home or go to school. I can't recall much about my time at that school. The priest would take confession and then give absolution and a penance — usually a few prayers which had to be said later.
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I can't remember on that initial occasion having any sins to confess. I was only a nipper, when all was said and done. If I went back today it would be a very different story: the priest would need a secretary to write it all down and I would be excommunicated on the spot!
Our family was strict Roman Catholic. Besides going to Mass on Sundays and so on we had to say our prayers every night before going to bed. All of us children would kneel down and say our prayers together. Pa would usually be listening to make sure we said them correctly and didn't miss anything out. Religious fervour and young boys don't mix very well, however; I was much more interested in going out to play with the other lads in our street.
We were too busy climbing, fighting and playing games to worry about saving our little souls. No one could afford a football, so we played with old tin cans, each boy guarding his own back door and at the same time trying to score in another. Tin cans are dangerous missiles, and I've got a scar on my chin to this day to prove it.
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Paper aeroplanes were another popular pastime. The type of paper used in the manufacture of an aeroplane is crucial to the quality and performance of the finished product. Pages from mail-order catalogues were the best: they were glossy, strong and stiff enough to hold their shape for long periods of active flying. Another popular use to which catalogue pages were put in those days was as toilet paper. Hard and glossy they may have been, but they were free.
Newspapers and proper toilet paper cost money. A good, big catalogue could last a family for a month or so, especially when economy was practised, whereby each page was torn into at least four pieces to make it go further. I still remember the names of some of my back-lane playmates. All good lads and good friends.