In a publishing world swamped with terrible stories of child abuse, this book is as refreshing as a rain shower on a hot day.
At last the other side of the coin can be shown. Not everyone suffered abuse as children and Andrew and I are two of them.
I am very slightly older than him, but everything he wrote resonated in my memory and he even reminded me of things I'd forgotten - thank you Andrew!
In fact, many of his memories matched my own so closely that I had to check I'd never had a brother and had never lived in Northampton ...
If you want to wallow in an age that had no style but plenty of soul, this is an excellent book. Bits of it lagged a bit, but the majority is fun, fresh, interesting and for those of us in our early 40's and who have survived a thoroughly nice childhood, essential nostalgia reading.