A Message to the Children – Lesson Eight – MY HOLIDAYS

MY HOLIDAYS Waterside was a caravan park by a rocky cove. The railway line ran next to it, taking trains to Paignton and Torquay. At the age of eight I sat on the grassy embankment and watched the Great Western … Continue reading

A MESSAGE TO THE CHILDREN – LESSON SEVEN – LITTLE JIMMY’S XMAS

LITTLE JIMMY’S CHRISTMAS Auntie Lottie suffers from deafness, senility and badly fitting false teeth. She’s a relative of Auntie Winnie, my Uncle Fred’s wife, and already a million years old when Little Jimmy is born. I only ever see her … Continue reading

A MESSAGE TO THE CHILDREN – LESSON SIX – GENTS AND GYPSIES

GENTS AND GYPSIES Uncle Joe Wright kept a seven feet high luminous Frankenstein in his kitchen.   Uncle Joe Williams wore a flying helmet and drove a motorcycle and sidecar. Uncle Joe Burton looked like Goebbels.   Joe Wright was Nellie’s … Continue reading

AMESSAGE TO THE CHILDREN – LESSON FIVE -THE LAST VICTORIAN

THE LAST VICTORIAN My childhood was spent in a Victorian world of slums: of mill chimneys, cobbled streets, gas lamps and yellow smogs. This wasn’t true for all my contemporaries in nineteen fifties Oldham. The Coppice, for example, was the … Continue reading

The Wit and Wisdom Of the Williams Boys – after the Lymm Festival

On Thursday last the Williams Boys, alias me and my friend Alan, put on our long-anticipated gig at the Lymm Festival.  It was a mix of music from Alan and readings from me, and the general theme was the writing … Continue reading