My Big Bruvver the Larrikin

Just in case my last post has you thinking my brother was a saint I wish to share with you one or two of his escapades, to which I'm not sure a girl of my then tender years should have been exposed. First, a misadventure that started out with the best of intentions. I was …

My Big Bruvver Goes on Bivouac

7 April 1965One of the birds lay an egg on 3-4-65. What should I do? Gypsy can’t walk on her hind left leg. There has been no mail yet. I am getting on fine with the Spearmans. Last week we weren’t allowed to watch television for a week. Mum came home for the weekend and …

My Big Bruvver Joins the Army Reserve

From the day he was born, my brother's life was dictated by women. There was Mum, but no Dad. There was Grandma, but no Grandpa. There was Auntie, but Uncle was only just coming home from the war. And they all lived together in the same house, together with his two male cousins, who were …