That Was Then/This Is Me (in no particular order)
That Was Then
By the time I was born, in 1951, I had a fully crazed half-sister, Vikki, already 13 years older than me. And another sister, Barbara, yet to be fully crazed, 3 years older than me. It took me many years to see the cause of this craziness, and how it had also affected me. My parents were politically active, they belonged to the Socialist Party of Great Britain. We lived in Hendon where they had a bakery. We moved to Winchmore Hill, and another bakery, when I was about 7. They’d often have friends round for a socialist gathering, and when I was about 10 I remember waiting for someone to come out of the only toilet we had, me with my legs crossed hoping not to shit myself, whilst being asked by one of their friends “and what do you think about socialism?” Thankfully the toilet became free at that point as I farted my way inside and avoided having to answer a question that I had no idea how to respond. My dad was a bak...