And then it was goodbye
Biography
What about your saucepans? Part 22
Posted by lindsdefeliz on February 11, 2012 - 12:55
The decision to enter politics
Butcher Boy ( Part 17, Captured)
Posted by jolono on February 10, 2012 - 08:10The day of reckoning comes..
Butcher Boy ( Part 16, Gun Fight)
Posted by jolono on February 9, 2012 - 08:20
Guns, Heavies, Shoot out?
Butcher Boy ( Part 15 1976, Roy)
Posted by jolono on February 8, 2012 - 10:21
Roys not quite so good 1976
Butcher Boy ( Part 15, 1976, Me)
Posted by jolono on February 7, 2012 - 17:33I have separated this Chapter into two parts. The first, my life in 1976. The next what was going on with Roy at the same time.
Me.
What about your saucepans? Part 21
Posted by lindsdefeliz on February 6, 2012 - 18:06The beginning of political life
Butcher Boy ( Part 14, Christmas 1975)
Posted by jolono on February 6, 2012 - 12:50Turkeys, Turkeys and more Turkeys!
Butcher Boy ( Part 13, Old Ken and the Vouchers)
Posted by jolono on February 6, 2012 - 09:19
One door closes and another opportunity appears...
Butcher Boy ( Part 11, Colin and the Cousins)
Posted by jolono on February 2, 2012 - 09:50
Gangsters appear.
Life's Dulled Force
Posted by Verdana on February 1, 2012 - 13:08Visit to one reckless with love in youth now in ICU - another journey. Don't leave things too late to make your peace.
Butcher Boy ( Part 10, Mr Patel)
Posted by jolono on February 1, 2012 - 12:30
More front then Brighton and more Jam than Hartleys!
Butcher Boy ( Part 9, Corned Beef)
Posted by jolono on February 1, 2012 - 10:03
Has Roy got in too deep?
Life in my shoes -pt9
Posted by InnerChild on January 31, 2012 - 16:54My Father lived in an old Victorian style house, a huge difference to the council house that I had lived in with my mother. My room there was small but clean and bright and had everything I needed.
Life in my shoes -pt8
Posted by InnerChild on January 31, 2012 - 16:16At age 9 I experienced my first taste of criminal life. Wes had been in trouble with the police many times from what I could tell, yet this didn't seem to faze him. One night he took me out with him.
Life in my shoes -pt7
Posted by InnerChild on January 30, 2012 - 13:11I stood in my new room, it was dark, cold and depressing.Sparsely furnished with my single bed, my old toy box and a dark wooden wardrobe, this wasn't the new start I had been imagining.
What about your saucepans? Part 20
Posted by lindsdefeliz on January 29, 2012 - 13:05
Off to England again, another wedding and another death
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