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JerryChicken: On playing golf...
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Monday, January 14, 2008. Our dad and Ned had played golf since the early 1970’s, I started to learn at the same time as Ned when we were in our teens but I wisely stopped after he hit me under the jaw with a #1 wood on his backswing when I stood too close to him. And then several years later there was a knock at my door and when I opened it there stood Howard and Andy, two old friends who were football mad but now looking for something to do during the summer close season, “fancy a game of bowls? For a ...
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JerryChicken: A round in one
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Monday, January 14, 2008. A round in one. Have I ever mentioned the fact that I once came within one solitary inch of owning a world record that could never have been beaten? A round of golf, in one. No, not a hole in one. A round in one. Ned had a friend who was a pisshead. He was a member at a pisshead. Drinking club in Leeds, a club with no pretense at being a political. Or social club, it was simply for drinking beer in, cheaply, and once a year our Neds. Friend and his pisshead. Golf Club near Ossett.
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JerryChicken: When your Hi-Fi starts calling your name...
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Friday, January 04, 2008. When your Hi-Fi starts calling your name. My father was not a man to throw his money around willy-nilly and so the day that he announced that he had replaced his old "music centre" (which he had naturally bought second hand) with a brand new state-of-the-art Aiwa Hi-Fi caused eyebrows to be raised within the JerryChicken household. A few days later I was sat in my house when the phone rang. You've got an Aiwa system haven't you? How do you code your name into it? I arrived at hi...
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JerryChicken: Blagging a day off school...
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Friday, January 18, 2008. Blagging a day off school. I hope Patrick Stewart still reads this, I hope he's still on the planet to read this, its been a year Patrick, send me an email because I don't know what your address is, what with you changing it so often to keep the rozzers. We stood in silence and stared for we had not seen a woman master before, we didn't have woman masters at Leeds Modern, not a single one, this was a first. Because the noise level in the class was rising to a crescendo, a crime ...
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JerryChicken: Gay George...
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Tuesday, January 08, 2008. Gay George was my dads uncle, one of several siblings of Percy, my dads father, I knew none of them and only became aware of Gay George when I had reached adulthood and had taken out a mortgage, the local agents for whom turned out to be a well known estate agent and chartered surveyors - Gay George was a well respected director of said estate agent and chartered surveyor. I didn't mention that my dad always referred to him as "Gay George" though. No-one really knew whether he ...
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JerryChicken: Video Saturday - Two Masters
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Saturday, January 19, 2008. Video Saturday - Two Masters. You see, if I could sing then I'd want to sing as effortlessly and with such a trademark voice as Tony Bennett. Whilst the songs of Frank Sinatra resonated around our house when I was young (for regular readers will know that Frank Sinatra was. Stevie Wonder was always there of course, an artist who transcended the generations so that my father could also appreciate what he was doing, in fact most of the Tamla Motown artists appealed to both of us.
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JerryChicken: Another Meanwood lad done good...
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Saturday, January 05, 2008. Another Meanwood lad done good. Barry Ryan and his twin brother Paul were a singing duo of 1960's vintage until Paul decided that teenage adulation. Was not his bag (fool) and turned to writing music for his brother to sing - Eloise was their biggest hit together in 1968. To use their real names) were from Meanwood. Clubs were extremely important to our dad, he was a trustee at Meanwood. Acts like the Ryan twins cut their performing teeth on the stage in working mens. Act at h...
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JerryChicken: The Pub in my Family
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Monday, January 07, 2008. The Pub in my Family. Once upon a time our family had a pub in it, quite a big pub actually, its still there, The White Stag at Sheepscar in Leeds. One of my fathers Uncles was the landlord, his Uncle Lenny, who had inherited the pub from his. Father George, I have the Census returns for the late 1800's which show their family as "publicans", a family of eight kids ranged over 25 years all living in the pub together at one point, as I said, its a big pub. In no time at all they ...
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JerryChicken: Working for coins
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Friday, January 11, 2008. When the world and I were younger than they are now there came a time in my life when my father decided that I should work for coins, I don't know what prompted him to this momentous decision because its not like he ever gave me any pocket money or anything, but he decided one day that it was about time I was out there in the wide world and working for my weekly coins. I was five years old at the time. I kid you, I was six. But still, he sent me out to work. The last time I see ...
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JerryChicken: Joining a Golf Club
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008. Joining a Golf Club. At around the same time as I was pretending that I could actually play the game of golf a new club opened up exactly opposite my house, exactly over the road it was, how fortuitous I thought, I must join immediately, and so I did, me and Ned. It wasn't long before we noticed the painted signs in the golf club car park indicated where several would-be-fuhrers had exclusive parking rights, we ignored them all, and notices started to appear on the golf club ...
