Top positive review
on 3 December 2013
Philip Norman you know all about my childhood in Ventnor, with Mr Mrs Wright buying a guest house opposite the park with stained wooden floorboards but superior to my mum and dads Guest House, Brunswick, as it had carpet squares in the middle of the rooms whereas ours had tatty lino. My mum impressed on me how fortunate we were when our visitors lounge was fitted wall to wall with inlaid lino. My best friend Michael Brent's parents owned a Hair "Salon" up Spring Hill, they used to work in a circus and knew the singing cowboy Gene Autrey, so I could'nt help being impressed that his mother did ironing on swanky metal ironingboard out of the USA and ate frozen peas! Going to East Cowes Tech meant at eleven taking five steam trains and two ferry crossings every day to get to school, eventually the Tech was closed down and I went to Carisbrooke Grammar at Gunville, and it was there one freezing February morning walking from the bus towards the entrance I heard about Buddy Holly's demise. No family trauma for me though, I was always along the Landslip, up the Downs or down the front so I hardly saw my parents at all. I may be remebering wrong but was the trick to buy a platform ticket at Ventnor And blag your way to Pompey Harbour with it or was it buying a platform ticket at Ryde Esplanade and going to Waterloo? I think it must have been the former. For me Ryde Pier just came to an abrupt end, I had no idea of the Pavilion etc and Philip's book is not disimilar, It just ends. A brilliant ruse to encourage sales of volume two.