Why is this book two? and not part two?
Because I never really finished A London Boy (The first book) which I guess should had been called A LONDON BOY book one, or part one, maybe?
And so, A LONDON BOY, Book Two,
More…
A Brief Synopsis…
True stories about me and my streetwise mates growing up in London, and some of the trials, trouble and tribulations we got up to. Begins in the late 60’s.
And a Longer Synopsis…
I started writing down funny things my children said and did in a diary, I did this so one day when they are much older, I could show them what they said and did when they were kids. When I was writing down these funny and memorable events, I started reminiscing about my own childhood and younger adult self, then started to write down these memories in the back of the diary. I thought it could be something additional for my kids to read. The reason I was doing this was because I didn’t take much notice of what my own parents told me about themselves and their antics. I wished I had asked more and listened to what my parents had to say about themselves, and what they got up to when they were kids and young adults. Thing is, they did tell me some funny stories that I do remember, but It’s too late to ask now, but at least what I can do is put pen to paper and write down my own memories and adventures. My kids do ask me questions sometimes, like, how did we manage without mobile phones or the internet, what came before RFID bank cards.
I tell them story’s about how hard it was to find a working telephone box that was piss and shit free, and how we collected the X rated business cards advertising various expert sexual engagements and consultations from these phone boxes, and the importance of having to be able to write letters, send cheques though the post, the existence of huge shopping catalogues, the value of having cash, and they laugh at me. I told a friend what I was doing, and she asked me if she could have a look at the memoirs in the diary. She had told other friends and other people at work about it, and it made them reminisce and laugh. She said Ibet other people would enjoy this read as much as she and other people did. And that I should make it into a book. I did, and so here it is...Just some of the true uncensored and possibly incriminating stories of me and some mates growing up in London S.E.10, That I dare tell,
Anyway, here we are again. First, I’ll tell you that just because the first book “A London Boy” started in the late 1960’s, don’t expect this to be “A London Boy” - Book Two, starting in the late 1980’s cos it ain’t.
This is a continuation book. Why? There is still more to tell, and at the time decisions had to be made about just how much I could divulge and put in the first book when it was written.
So, don’t expect to read stories about me when I was older, and how I got run over by a car in a supermarket carpark by a female who just wanted to get my attention, and how I was taken to hospital by the same women who ran me over, and then attended to my injuries after she had parked her car in the hospital carpark because she was an ER nurse at the hospital that she had dropped me off at.
Or, the time when me, Jack and our girlfriends got drunk, stripped bare, and then went for a skinny dip swim in the sea at Margate, and when we came out of the sea, we found out our cloths had been stolen, and how we travelled home naked. That can wait for another book.
So, this book is a continuation, that’s why it’s called “A London Boy Book Two”. And just like the first book, the chapters do not start at a certain age, or in any chronological order…
Let’s get on with it then…
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