Ged Jones

Remember how they used to use small bulldog clips or clothes pegs to display magazines, like washing drying on a line above and around the stand? Well, while shopping with my Gran, sometime in 1961/2, my eyes were caught by a magazine cover hovering above my head and beckoning me to take a closer look.…

I pleaded a long time for a record player and sure enough for my 11th or 12th Birthday I was given a small unit from Fidelity, a 45rpm single, ‘Little Donkey’ by Nina & Frederik and an LP, ‘Peter and the Wolf / The Young Persons Guide to The Orchastra’.  I upgraded the Fidelity to…

My brother was always playing with a ball, whether it be football, cricket, tennis, snooker and as he matured, golf. During the long school summer holidays he’d spend more time in the local park with his mates, than he did around the house, mind you with a house that had a lawn the size of…

At around the tender age of seven or eight my Mom obviously felt I could be trusted  enough to be out by myself and so I began my weekly visits to the Saturday Children’s  Matinees. These cheaply priced shows were always packed out, although I have no memory of how I arrived at the cinema,…

As a youngster my world was satisfyingly filled with a just a couple of friends, Dinky Toys, numerous plastic model kits and a Muffin the Mule string puppet, which I’m sure was made of a light metal alloy and was painted in bright colours (probably lead based paints too!) I would spend hours crawling around…

I was born in the town of Wolverhampton during the final days of November 1948, my brother Charles appeared some two years later. My somewhat quick tempered Father, Thomas Frederic William, was a sewing machine engineer and my mother, Anne Dorothy, a peaceful, loving woman who worked hard all her life, scrimping and saving as…