| Synopsis: |
In the early days of September, 1956, the author moved from the comfort-zone of Holy Trinity Catholic Junior School - Holy Tripe, some called it - on Garston's Banks Road, to De La Salle Grammar School, Dwerryhouse Lane, out in the wilds of distant Norris Green and Croxteth and Lord Sefton's sprawling Estate. There, his previously simple world collided with a seemingly endless stream of character-full fellow students and (in many cases) eccentric teachers. These experiences are told in an innocent, disarming, refreshingly honest manner, almost objectively at times; and whilst criticism naturally abounds, there are few occasions where the lighter side of life doesn't shine through. |