It Don't Seem A Day Too Long!

It seems unutterably silly that it has been 10 years since this little book first saw the light of day, originally as a consequence of a Daily Mail 'Print Your Own Book' offer.  Since then it has been self-published locally and, with the advent of e-publishing, let loose upon a wider world.  It seems even sillier that over 6,000 people have read about my attempts at growing up in Burton upon Trent in the 1950s and 1960s.  I suspect that the Victorian urinal on the front cover may intrigue (I was once asked if it was a book about gay courting rituals, which might explain its popularity, I suppose).  I'm afraid, rather mundanely, it was just the last point at which to unburden yourself on the way home from the pub before embarking on the long walk down Uxbridge St, which was mercilessly toiletless.  A walk that inevitably took you past my granny's house, which goes some way to explain the title.