I think this snippet of prose was sown in my head when I was very young, and bought about by my countless visits to my Catholic grandmother who lived in Forest Gate (now known as Newham I believe) Although born in Cork Southern Ireland she was a typical Londoner, but could put on airs and graces if she was speaking to anyone who she thought was higher up the social scale than her. The only trouble was she reverted to her working type ways in the process by putting an H where it wasn't needed , and leaving it out when it was required. So when you read this short bit of fun remember to emphasize were indicated.
HONEST
| I was young once.
Honest! I could run, jump and play with the rest of them. I was `andsome once. Honest! `andsome as youth is. Fearless and enthusiastic as youth was. Ready to take life by the scruff of the neck and shake it. I wonder where that me went? I was young once. Honest! |