Tag Archives: Childhood

FISH & CHIPS AT THE LAUGHING HALIBUT

THE LAUGHING HALIBUT IN STRUTTON GROUND
THE LAUGHING HALIBUT IN STRUTTON GROUND

 

Sally at my afternoon exercise class told me that  she and Jim often went to The Laughing Halibut fish and chip shop afterwards.

We tried it but though the food was OK, the waitress was surly, the Formica-topped tables were sticky and we saw an assistant carry through  potatoes in a bucket stained black.

It’s opposite Go Glam and when I had a manicure last Thursday I walked past The Laughing Halibut and saw it had been given a TripAdvisor Certificate of Excellence for the last three years.

We had excellent fish and chips last Friday. The friendly Cypriot family that now owns it had cleaned it up, changed the furniture and turned it around. No wonder it is always busy.

I have fond childhood memories of getting two penny worth of chips after going to the cinema in Whitechapel.

Memoir Extract from The Girl with a Threepenny Birth Certificate. We went to the Mayfair cinema in Brick Lane every week. Sometimes I would go with my sisters and, as I grew older, with a friend. Continue reading FISH & CHIPS AT THE LAUGHING HALIBUT

WOMAN IN A WHITE COAT – VOLUME 1

Jody's self-published thriller
a meeting on self-publishingJody’s self-published thriller

I met Jody Medland of Penworksmedia at Indie Insights, a meeting on self-publishing, .  He self-published his scary thriller The Moors, a gothic tale of murder and child abuse set in present day Cornwall, and his company is about to publish a variety of books by other authors.

Jody liked the first three chapters of my memoir – Woman in a White Coat – so I am busy giving the manuscript a final edit before sending it to him.

I had originally written my memoir starting with my medical career, each chapter having  flashbacks to my childhood.  However, I decided it would work better if I split my memoir into two. Now, Volume 1 will cover my childhood until I start at medical school, 1931-1953. Volume 2 will take it from there.

What do you think?

Chapter 1 Continue reading WOMAN IN A WHITE COAT – VOLUME 1

BAD HAIR DAY – THANK HEAVEN FOR TONY AND GUY

My local hairdresser
My local hairdresser

Why is it that your hair is fine for weeks then suddenly one day it’s a real bad hair day and you have to rush to make an appointment with your stylist?

At school my straight black hair hung half-way down my back, to be replaced by a neat French pleat when I qualified as a doctor. Now, practically all grey, it’s really short.

No chance of my getting lice now but when I was 13 the health visitor found I had lice.  At that time it was a real disgrace.  My mother was furious.  It would be years before it was widely known that any child could catch lice – whether coming from a clean or dirty home. Continue reading BAD HAIR DAY – THANK HEAVEN FOR TONY AND GUY

Memories I didn’t put in my memoir

EH0791. When I was 2½ my mother took my dummy away. i can remember being pushed in a heavy metal pushchair in Petticoat Lane. My dummy was always tied with a ribbon to a safety pin in my coat or dress and it was gone. I was desolate.

2. A fellow student said he’d ask me to marry him if I’d promise to say No. He said it was to be sure at least one person would ask. I was 18 at the time!!

3. Age 14, being caught without an underground ticket and saying I’d got on later than I did.  I had visions of police and having to go to court but luckily the ticket inspector took pity on me and let me go. I never ever did it again. My mother would never have forgiven me for ‘showing her up’.