Gang Territory Giveaway

Jennospot 61  Gang Territory Giveaway

Cripes Peter St John's givin' away a copy o' "Gang Territory". 'Ow c'n 'ee possibly do that? The book's got me in it, an' even if'n it's only a little bit about me, Oi'm there; so the book's historical; it's priceless!

Yeah, it's the very first book wot Peter St J wrote about Widdlin'ton, an' Oi were there, an’ Oi seed this new kid, see, from moi bedroom winder. Well it ain't really a proper bedroom, 'cos it's up in the roof loike, where the rafters are. But that's where Oi keep moi stuff an' it's where Oi sleep, so it's a kindava bedroom.

Oi 'ad ter move outta moi real bedroom 'cos moi dad were goin' ter make it inter a barfroom, wot we didn't never 'ave. 'Ee got 'alfway towards finishin' it when the war come, an' 'ee went inter the army. We ain't 'eard from 'im fer a while. Oi 'ope 'ee's all right… We still ain't got no barfroom; we use the copper in the laundry. Oi reckon as 'ow we'll jus' 'ave ter wait till 'ee comes 'ome ter 'ave a proper barf, loike in them glam American films.

The winder up in the roof ain't a proper winder neither, 'cos it's just a sorta 'ole in the tiles wiv glass in it. But it's real 'igh up an yew c'n open it a little way. Oi c'n see roight across ter Lions Avenue from there, an' even further up ter the Layers at the top of the valley, where we race soapbox carts.

Well, loike Oi was sayin', it all started when Oi seed new this kid wot Oi 'adn't never seen before, come inter the garden wot backs on ter ours be'ind the chickens. Cripes, didn't 'ee look skinny, an' sad, an' all sorta forlorn (ain't "forlorn" an interestin' word? Makes me fink of a lamb wot's been shorn an' is feelin' lonely, an' cold an' lost). Any'ow, this kid 'ad 'is 'ead down, an' 'ee looked loike 'ee'd lost a shillin' an' only found a penny, if'n yew get moi meanin'.

Well, I thought, if'n 'ee's come ter live wiv the sanctimonious ol' stick wot's got the bungalow backin' on ter us, then Oi feel roight sorry fer 'im. 'Ee' told me later that the sanctimonious ol' stick were 'is aunt, though there weren't 'ardly nobody in the village wot believed it were true.

Any'ow, that don't matter none. Wot mattered was that Oi felt sorry fer 'im an' wanted ter talk wiv 'im, only it weren't allowed by the Pepper Mill Lane's gang leader J.J. (John Jay that is) ter fraternise wiv over gangs. So Oi 'ad ter foind a way ter do it wivvout J.J. an' the ovvers knowin'. It were lucky we 'ad the chickens, 'cos that made it easier.

Any'ow, that's 'ow it all started, even though Peter St John tells it a bit different.

If'n yew want ter know more, yew gotta click on the picture of the Tower o' Lunnon, up top at the roight. Yew never know, yew moight get lucky an' win a free copy o' "Gang Territory", even though Oi don't approve.

Cripes, 'oo does Peter St J fink Oi am, givin' away a story about me, wivvout even askin' by yer leave…? Any'ow, it's done now, so ' ave yerself an 'appy day.

Wiv luv from Jenno

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