How I failed in my first attempt to escape from Shildon
Many years ago, when there was the Shildon Net Forum, I posted this from a website of mine: The dignity of labour, and a northern lad's false belief in London - Salut!
Republishing it yesterday sparked a bit of interest at Facebook, especially among people who also come from Shildon. I hope it may interest members of this forum too.
The reference to escape is tongue in cheek. I am perfectly happy and even proud of having grown up there and enjoy my infrequent returns. I was born down south but my parents, both Londoners, moved to Shildon when I was a baby. Dad, Ernie, was a well known local character owing to his devotion to the workingmen's clubs movement and Shildon AFC.
I lived there for most of my first 24-25 years before moving away in 1973, first to London, then Bristol, London again, France, Abu Dhabi and back to London and France. If you still buy a newspaper and get it delivered by my great pal Pete Sixsmith, say hello to him from me