About the book
Griff relives freezing bus journeys to school and the impulsive stealing of that half-a-crown from Charlie Hume’s money box; sitting outside Butlins at Clacton (longing to be inside and on the Waltzer instead of stranded on the pebbles with his dad); hazy summer afternoons spent with feral gangs in the woods, or storming the mud flats singing extracts from the Bonzo Dog Dooh Dah Band. The memories are like Mivvis, frozen and fuzzy at the edges, but a sweet jam of pure recollected goo at the centre.
Reviewed by Anton U3A
Amusing in parts with good descriptive paragraphs but generally disappointing. Although it brought back memories, all the group found it tedious and it struggled to be awarded 2 stars.
Star rating **
