AN INVASION OF PRIVACY

"An invasion of Privacy" tells the story of two boys Tom Taylor and Mickey Binks growing up in the middle 1950's. Mickey is the Elvis fan Tom is into James Dean. Tom is not interested in school and plays the wag most days. Mickey and Tom are inseparable and live in the same street. they leave school and Mickey takes on various labouring jobs, Works down on the quay; then as a coalman before getting a job on the Grainger market in Newcastle selling fruit and vegetables. Tom loves cooking and has helped his gran make bread, tarts and scones. he gets a job as an apprentice Baker and confectioner for Archer's bakery. read about their exploits as the two boys grow into men. If you remember what it was like growing up in the fifties then this is definitely one for you to read.

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The week day started just like any other as Tommy Taylor got out of bed at 4am to make his way to the toilet outside. It was the 22nd of November 1961 and the first frost had left a silvery blanket upon the grass in the back garden.

Sitting on the wooden seat he looked up at the squares of news paper hanging on a piece of string he tore off three pieces to clean himself with then tried to pull the chain.

“Shit he cursed as he pulled and pulled but the toilet wouldn’t flush. The cistern had frozen and he would need to pour boiling water inside to melt the ice.

“Shirley he shouted as he pulled up his pants and did up his flies.’

“What?’

“The bloody toilet is frozen have you got a pan of water I can melt it with?’

“Aye hang on I will make tea for you first then put on another kettle on the stove.’

Tommy stood in the scullery washing his hands in the sink that his wife had filled with hot water his shaving mug was out and boiling water placed inside.

He splashed his face then picked up the Imperial leather soap and using a shaving brush formed lather then set about covering his chin with it.

“Did you get me a new razor blade Shirley?’

“No I forgot love, sorry.’

“Sorry, Christ Shirley I’ve used this bloody blade four times this week. It’s bloody blunt as shit.’

“Well you are going to have to use the bugger again cos’ there isn’t one.’

Tommy took the razor that had been standing in the boiling water for ten minutes and held it in his right hand he winced as the blade scraped the stubble off his face.

He held his nose as he did his top lip and cried out in pain as the first cut from the blunted blade pierced his skin.

“Bastard shouted Tommy as he tore a small square of paper from the Daily Mirror from the day before. Tommy liked to do the crossword puzzles in his lunch break and stopped off at the newsagents each morning. Carrying on he held his breath as he brought the razor down onto his neck. He rinsed the blade on each stroke to clean the blade of soap and hairs lifting his chin he did underneath then proceeded to do the right hand side of his face.’

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