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A CHEMICAL KID( I love my grandfather clocks)  (September 2009)
WIDNES,the town in which I was born and where I have spent most of my life,is a town known for its chemical industries.What follows are my childhood recollections of growing up in it.
"Knocking at doors and running away
Scrumping for apples by night and by day
Dashing like mad to the flics on a saturday
Cheering Flash Gordon and Hopalong Cassidy
Running outside in the snow with a whoop
Coughing my head off at night with the croup
Spending all day at the fair with three bob
Walking back home with a stopper in gob
Blushing bright red every time I saw Pam
Camping all night with my big cousin Sam
Watching my kite soar higher and higher
Making lead soldiers in tins on the fire
Licking my lips at a thick sugar butty
Throwing a ball for my dog in the cutty
Nipping up hills with my fine cardboard sledge
Whizzing down slopes and off over the edge
Bulldogging,bung out and queenie hi ho
Sailing lollystick yachts in the wild gutter flow
Selling spuds with my dad from the back of his van
Running away to live with my gran
Shooting the Indians on Pex Hill Ridge
Staring in awe at the Transporter Bridge
Steering Joe's tug up and down ship canal
Puffing on fags in the entry with Al
Winning two chickens called Queeny and Kingy
Loosing my goggers when playing big ringy
Fighting with kids who invaded my patch
Cheering like loony for CHEMICS at match
Going for bike rides with Granddad and Tommy
Dragging great branches to stack up the bommy
Travelling at weekends to far distant lands
Towyn and Ainsdale and New Brighton sands
Growing up then with a lad of my own
Taking over from me the adventures unknown
Wondering if one day he'll think whay he did
Wandering round as a Chemical Kid.

GRANDFATHER CLOCKS AM I!