A Badsey Boy

A Badsey Boy

Imagine this, a loaf of bread costing the equivalent of 5 pence in today’s money, beer costing the equivalent of 8 pence a pint, fags costing the equivalent of 25 pence for 20, petrol costing the equivalent of 33 pence a gallon, you could buy at that time a new car for £2.500 pounds and Sir Bobby Charlton costs £8. 50 in transfer fees. It was back then in 1960 that this book begins, I was a thin 7 years old country boy. We had 1 telephone box in the whole of our small country village, like most villages at that time we had our very own village policeman and nurse, and it was nurse Davies that decided whether you went to see a doctor or not. Our small friendly village of Badsey is situated just a couple of miles from the market gardening town of Evesham.

I began writing this book as a sort of biography when I was forced to retire from top flight match fishing, because of my many health issues. These many true tales in this book begin with my earliest memories of peace, harmony and being a good boy, too, well, let’s just say that the village bobby used to know where I lived, and he was a regular visitor. School and myself didn’t go to well, I would rather spend my days honing my angling skills down the local brook, and this shows in my lack of education. I left school at 15 and went to work on the land to bring money into the house, because my father and brother were both on strike at the time, and had to rely on strike pay to survive.If you know me, then you know that I find it difficult to take anything seriously, and I always have a funny story to tell. And this book is full of stories that I guarantee will make you smile, short, sharp tales from a lifetime of village life, fishing, shooting, poaching, getting into trouble and raising lots of lovely money for many worthy charities. I did this manly by performing very silly comedy drag all over the midlands, singing and doing stand up comedy using stories from this book.

When this book first came out I donated all profits from it’s sales to St Richards Hospice, I had at that time 400 copies printed and sold every one, with only one complaint, and lots of praise, so I was more than happy with that outcome. Don’t get me wrong there are a few sadder tales in these very readable pages, but then such is life. I have made a few changes in this book from the original, but the stories remain the same.

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