Hello to you all out there. I would like to introduce myself to you by telling you a bit about myself.
I was born in Nottingham in 1940 and educated at the ‘Berridge Road Schools’. I did the usual things for a young boy in those days; joined the scouts, cycled a lot, etc.
Upon leaving school, I started work at the factories of Boots Pure Drug Company as it was know then at their base in Beeston just outside Nottingham. Every one under the age of eighteen who worked there had to attend Boots College one day a week to further their education. This was about the time of the beginning of Rock and Roll and Skiffle. A few of us started a Skiffle Group and called ourselves the “Planets”. We played at the college dances and even entered in the Carroll Levis Discovery Show at the Nottingham Empire. I had the task of playing the Washboard!
I also made the “String Base”. When we went anywhere we packed what we could into the string base and travelled by bus.
In December 1958 an announcement was made that anyone born in or after 1940 would not be called up for conscription. This was the chance I had been waiting for. During lunch break that day myself and a couple of my work mates went down to the local recruiting offices and joined up. I went to join the Royal Navy and my friends went to the R.A.F.
I entered the Royal Navy in February 1959 a month before my nineteenth birthday. I joined the Fleet Air Arm branch and served ten and a half years.
This picture (right) was taken in Singapore in 1963.
I bought myself out in July 1969. Upon leaving the Navy I did various jobs until I went to work for Airworks at R.N.A.S. Yeovilton doing the same job I had done in the Navy. In 1971 the company asked me to go to Saudi Arabia to be an instructor in the Royal Saudi Air Force College in Dhahran. It was whilst I was with this company that I started writing poems and stories for the children’s page of the company magazine. That is where “Pedro” first saw the light of day. The story was called “The Magic Marbles” and was on three sheets of closely typed A4 size paper. (I still have the original story.)
On completion of my contract I joined an American Oil Company and went to work in the Oil Industry in Saudi Arabia. I worked in various other locations including Wytch Farm in Dorset, the North Sea, Cabinda in Angola, plus off shore west coast of Africa, finally ending up in Lybia where my time came to an end when President Regan decided the time was right to bomb the place resulting in myself and many other oil field workers being made redundant. That was in 1986. Over the next twenty years I did various jobs, finally returning to taxiing for the last thirteen years of my working life. In 2017, I retired to become carer for my wife who was suffering from cancer. She unfortunately passed away in 2019.
Over the years I have written many poems not only for children but adult poems and nonsense poems as well. It is my ambition to eventually get some children’s picture books published as well.