My First memories of my Life is of being beaten with my Dad's belt and metal cowboy badge.!.

Thongsley Close - Huntington.

Dunno how long we lived here, my only vague memories are a bright orange kitchen, and mums friends playing cards, whilst we children played.

12 Maple Drive - Huntington. Few more memories here!

Bob n Wendy lived next door, no children but spoilt us rotten and I learned the basics of Modelling from Bob.

Next door to Bob n Wendy lived the girl of my dreams! (The Marshals) I do not remember the name of the lass, but I do remember somehow going thru there front door and severely cutting arteries n stuff in both hands fingers n wrists!

I do not know why, as the only memory I have is from around 8 or 9 years old of when I was at home on my own or with my eldest sister I would play my bastards (my name for my dad) record collection.

I was always very careful, I always made sure the singles and cases went back exactly as they came out from his collection, but he always new, and I always new I was gonna get the belt.

But something just could not keep me away from playing his records!

Ok he was a big Country n Western fan, and I still at times (until recently) loved to play those same songs that cost me so much!

This I believe was my 1st meeting with Music and little did I know just how much a part it was gonna play in my life later on.

Swallowbush Road - Huntington.

A few friends name I still remember and at times have been lucky enough to get back in touch with until the usual death's parted us till we all meet up again later on.

Big Dave, was of Caribbean decent, Dave was huge when I last saw him when 11 years old he was 6ft tall and large. He was also a gentle giant.

And I learned to fight against those who would bully him and also what I was some 30 odd years later find out raciest remarks.

But to me he was big Dave and I met him a few limes later in my life, and when I was working in "IT" in the field and in Huntington, I would nip in and have lunch with his moth, even after he moved to London.

Sadly the last time I met up with Dave's mum, she had to tell me that Dave passed from a massive heart attack. He was only 31 year sold ! I never went to see his mum again and t took me several years to finally get over his passing 100%.

Peter Crowe was another friend, altho not as close, but we met up again in a halfway house in Cambridge when I was around 16/17 years of age. Where we caught up and had some laughs.

Unfortunately Pete was in real trouble and I believe went for a very long holiday at his Majesty's Pleasure.

Have never heard from Pete since.

Paul Newson was the final of the trio of close friends and we often used to run away together.

Nip into Co-op in Town nick some food n drinks and at the back of Myers on the industrial estate there used to be loads of stacked crates, that we had knocked thru and in the middle we had rooms to sleep in etc.

We had loads of fun, both of us dragged back to our parents for beatings by the old bill.

They moved away I think, or I was forced to live with my grand parents I cannot remember what happened first.

As in life there were others that we knew and would meet up and get up to all sort of things. Raymond & Nicky Frith spring to mind.

Summer Holiday's, I was 11 years old beaten most days by either the bastard or the bitch, But so did my Sis Denise, who suffered with me.

I cannot remember for the life of me now what happened, but one day my Nan n Granddad were on the doorstep, they put me in the car and next thing I knew we were at Mount Farm, Ashley De Launde Near RAF Digby for the next part of my life...

I am sure I will revisit this page again and again as something or someone nudges part of a memory.

From Birth to 11 Years Old.