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THIS IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE SO FAR

I WAS BORN ON 22/03/1938 and YES that makes me an old fart

I was born in Manchester and then lived in HYDE CHESHIRE. I did not attend school hardly at all because I lived in my parents house on a bed downstairs, as I had chronic Asthma connected permanently to a very big black Oxygen Bottle. I was like that until I officially left school at 15. When we went on holiday to my aunty and uncle`s place in the county in Woodmancote, a small village outside of Cheltenham in Gloucestershire. We were there for two weeks and into the second week I became ill again and it was very difficult to breath.
I don`t know who the doctor was except he was an Indian doctor, I was lying there on the sofa and he had another long needle which he injected into the upper part of my leg, I lay on the sofa for some time and suddenly, I found I could breath easily, I could not believe it and I was running around the orchard like crazy, and touch wood, I have never suffered since, I don`t know who the doctor was but I would loved to have had the opportunity to thank him. When I was 16 years old, my dad got me a job in a small garage which involved servicing cars like changing the engine oil, checking the battery, checking the tyre pressure was correct greasing the nipples on the wheels and giving the car a quick clean. That was great except when I had to change the engine oil, in those days you had to get under the car and undo the plug in the sump but when I did that inevitably got a face full of oil, bloody awful.

This was one day I went to school, I was about 8 years old?

The next job I had was as a milkman, I really enjoyed that because when I had finished my milk round I used to go very fast at every opportunity on a straight road. I kept that job for about 2 years. Then I was conscripted into the Army based at Chester Barracks in Cheshire I hated it at first, all that bull shitting, polishing your boots until you could literally see your face in them, but luckily for me I was a recognised runner as I had run in the various games as a sprinter. After that the rest of the hut a I was in give me some stick every day because when they were all out square bashing, I was on the running track taking it easy. Fortunately for me about about 6 or 7 months later I was invalided out of the Army because of Flat Feet and thank god for that. The next job was in an engineering factory and one old guy had a deaf aid in his ear with a long thin cable going down to a pocket where the unit was and very often especially when I was in hiding, I used to whistle in short bursts and saw him keep tapping his hearing aid because he thought there was a problem, sorry Bill. Around 1963 I was living at my parents house in a place called Hattersley outside of Hyde, Cheshire, unfortunately we lived just around the corner from the the Serial Killers know as "The Moors Murderers"
"Ian Brady and Myra Hindley" who Between 1963 and 1964, this couple snatched children and teenagers off the streets, sexually assaulted them, murdered them and then buried them on the bleak Saddleworth Moor in North West England. Later I then got a very interesting job with J. Devlin company in a place called Duckinfield Cheshire about 5 miles from home. That was a fantastic job I was employed as a trainee Steeplejack, I loved it, I had to climb chimney`s from about 150FT up to the 941 meter Saddleworth TV Ariel not quite to the top but high enough. I discovered the other part of my job involving blowing up Chimney`s and old factories was also magical, regarding the various hights of chimney`s, When ever we had to demolish chimney`s I was the one who started to knock bricks out of the chimney concerned depending which way you wanted the chimney to fall. You had to be very careful because there were building and houses around, so the chimney HAD to be correct in falling in the right place. As I stated to knock bricks out of the chimney one guy was around the back of the chimney and he stuck matches in the mortar between the bricks, he kept a close eye on things and when he saw the matches fall out, he knew it was getting close and when WE heard a loud crack, I would say to him to sod off out of he way. I then began to knock bricks out on at a time until I knew it chimney was about to fall and then I walked away. Now we turn to the blowing up of very big old mills and factories I remember in most cases of that part I was the one in charge and what I did first was to have a labourer drill holes all the way around the building at about 6ft intervals and 3ft high, when that was done then I would have to put a hole through each stick of dynamite VERY carefully with a specially designed tool with the sharp end made of coper so as not to create any sparks. After packing each hole with the dynamite I had to connect a long line of specially made dynamite cord to each hole with the dynamite in it all the way around the building. After that I would phone the police and asked them if they would send a constable to check with myself on each floor of the building so as to make sure that there were no kid`s or anyone else like sleepers in the building, and ONLY then would I give the order to the police man to make sure the crowds were well back away from the building. After that I would place the small detonator to the blue cord, the fuse being about 2ft long, light the fuse and walk away. Then the really great part was, suddenly you heard a loud bang and the whole building began to sit down, meaning the building just simply collapsed on the spot, Brilliant.

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