WARNING This book has been written using down-to-earth language and contains many colloquialisms from the north of England; it is intended to entertain and not offend! It is difficult to write a book using words and phrases that will be understood on both sides of the Atlantic. But I did try to meet you half-way and there is a Glossary at the back. If all else fails you can always phone a friend! If you are a prude or feel that you may not be able to understand the content please do not buy this hilarious book. Decisions, decisions! If you have decided to ignore the well-intended warnings, thank you for buying it and enjoy! Please take it to the cashier and pay for it if you are reading it in a bookstore; the worst that can happen is you will learn how not to write a book - at a bargain price! But if you decide not to buy it, I can only say - you don't know what you are missing! It all began On 3rd September 1939 war was solemnly declared between Germany and England followed shortly after by a somewhat different declaration between my parents. As a result of these two actions I was born, in Bolton Lancashire 8th July 1940 into a world of turmoil, noise and frequent blackouts. I didn't realize at that time, I was too busy learning how to pee and poo, that the worst had yet to come - toffee rationing; it was hard growing up exchanging worthless clothes coupons for the more important Dolly Mixtures etc. However, in contrast to the nappy, there was a silver lining to this introduction to life; it taught me the art of bartering, which has been of great help to this date. Having set the main themes of this book, weird sense of humour and the art of creative bargaining, I will attempt to recall enough details of my somewhat different life, and the odd joke, to keep your interest. At worst you will throw it away or throw up! My father Bob was a coach painter and mother Phyllis a cotton weaver. I say this to let you know from the start that I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth; my upbringing was based on love and morality for which I am so grateful.No wonder my little brother was smiling as we approached his car; he was driving a beautiful brand new Mercedes. ... Not the least of which was a roof repair that had resulted in damage to the dAccor in the two bedrooms upstairs- both majoranbsp;...
|Title||:||Memories of a Nobody|
|Publisher||:||Trafford Publishing - 2002|