Summary
AS A BOY in a small Lancashire town, the cobbled streets were our playground, doubling as a battle ground in a war game or a Wild West town for cowboy and Indian encounters. But all of us kept a look- out for Him, a man who would send us running for cover behind the privet hedges.
He regularly walked down the street at the same time, carrying a leather bag, never talking, just walking.See the full content of this document
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Aiming for Harmony ; Larry Neild in the Council Chamber
Word on the street was that, if he spotted one of us, we would most likely become history. So what was so horrid about this man? Nothing really, his crime was...
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