laugh at life with gillie

    There'd been a war we were poor. Hand me down we didn't frown. Not new; but clean. No money, not mean. Flat caps for lads, one of dads. Girls in mums skirt, Boys in dads shirt. Violins? Its sad? No not that bad. No pleasure? No pressure! Make do and mend, No up to date trend. A stitch in time, saved Mam nine. No pressure, all pleasure! Grew our own food, it tasted good. No credit, No debit. We didn't complain, No cars, just a bus, sometimes a train. Grew up, its Rock, parents in shock. Rock and Roll, Blues and all that jazz. Punk and other razzmatazz. Young no more, Grim Reaper rapping on the door. Today we have Rap, I'm in a generation gap. Left behind without a map.

 The names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. Although everyone has met someone like Cedric at some time, this story is a work of fiction. However, If by any chance, you recognise yourself in this story and you are annoyed, don't get annoyed, hang your head in shame and don't complain; as you would be better off keeping quiet. _________________________________________________ This is the diary of Cedric 'Jobs Worth'  Pollock; Well, some of the words are his. However, He retired and left his diary in his locker. My name is Jack Star, I worked with Cedric in the Car Park Attendant and Security Department of the local Authority of Cods-Haven on the East coast of England. When I read his diary it brought back a lot of memories; so I have filled in the gaps, __________________________________________________________________________________ Cedric's first entry, " January 16th AM  See Mr Edwin in his office. ...