Once upon a time in a seaside resort in the north of England, not
too far from Liverpool (but far enough thank fuck) a baby was born.
The birthplace was a bed-sit
in a street quite close to town. Dad was a soldier in the Regimental
Band of a Highland Regiment, newly returned from service in India
and now stationed at
Redford Barracks in Edinburgh.
Mum was a shop girl at M&S (in
charge of the cakes and biscuits counter).
One lunchtime Mum and some of her work colleagues went to the Band
Enclosure, to eat their butties and listen to the Band. Dad was
the junior on the Solo Clarinet Stand.
To cut a long story short, "Their eyes met across a crowded band enclosure".
9 months later in a seaside resort, not too far from Liverpool (but
far enough thank fuck) a baby was born.
More by Alfie:
Cope are ye walkin noo or are yer drums a'beatin yet?
Once a Guardsman, always a Guardsman
Seven Years With 'The Colours'
To see me reading A LETTER TO MR. GOD
Alfred's Natal Report
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