Jimmy the Trucker

 

I was born in east London, schooled there and grew up there, in their sometimes quite mean streets…this isn’t a complaint…I’m proud to come from where I do, as anyone should be proud of their roots. The old girl perhaps hasn’t got the charm that it once had…but who’s to say what charm actually is, beauty after all is in the eyes of the beholder.

 

Even during my years as a Fire-fighter, all seventeen of them in both London and Leicester, I’d put pen to paper and when time allowed had yarned my little heart out…I’ve always been one for writing stories, even at school…writing is a passion that you either have…or you haven’t, I write about what I know, about the people I knew or the places I frequented…many now have gone, but they are still there…still implanted somewhere in my heart…some I loved, some I…didn’t, but they are all still deserving of a mention in my richly woven tapestry that has been my life.

 

I have quite obviously changed a majority of the names and the sometimes the places, not for any fanciful artistic reasons, but mostly to protect the guilty as much as the innocent…    

MY STORIES