Couched in Geordie slang and very un-PC with some strong language, brilliant humorist, Caz Fisher recounts her childhood from the eyes of a young girl growing up in the sixties.
To give you a flavour, this is how she introduces the story line:
“I grew up in the fifties and sixties on Tyneside. Just like Leggy Lindy we didn’t have the luxuries that people and households have today. We didn’t have an indoor bath or toilet. We didn’t have a fridge, freezer, microwave, dishwasher, central heating, double glazing or a car and we only had one channel on our black and white television which gave out a mild electric shock every time that it was turned on or off. Our washing machine had a mangle on the top for wringing the clothes out and it didn’t rinse them. The coal fire in the living room was lit in the cold weather but finances did not stretch to lighting a second coal fire in the parlour or one of the bedrooms. My brother slept in the attic bedroom which just happened to be the warmest room in the house and I say that tongue in cheek as it was still very cold just not as cold as the rest of the house. Warm air rises and all that. The coal fire was left to go out over night so in the cold winters we had frost on the inside of the windows as well as the outside. Beautiful patterns but very cold.”
Get the tone of the book?
Covering everything girls got up to in those days from boobs to boys, it is a cracking read and will be published in January.
ShieldCrest Publishing – Here
