tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post429036117723299224..comments2024-03-29T00:28:38.155+00:00Comments on Nigeness: The Book that Made a Reader of MeNigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-29274184595874184372018-12-20T10:29:50.634+00:002018-12-20T10:29:50.634+00:00A sad tale, Mm, and wonderfully redolent of its ti...A sad tale, Mm, and wonderfully redolent of its time. I guess this left you with a lifelong aversion to bank managers...Nigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-86400039895476519892018-12-20T09:38:13.128+00:002018-12-20T09:38:13.128+00:00Even today, I don't consider myself a 'ser...Even today, I don't consider myself a 'serious reader' but my own 'first', after the 11+, was a first novel by Geoffrey Trease 'Bows Against The Barons', a reworking of the Robin Hood myth, and serving, for me anyway, as an early introduction to leftwing politics. Unlike you Nige, I was unable to 'read and re-read' as I would have liked as, a couple of weeks after turning the last page, my mother gathered-up my book, some Eagle comics and, worst of all my suitcase full of pristine Dinky Toys, and dragged me up to the bank to sell this 'job lot' to a plump man in a three-piece suit sitting behind a desk about the size of a double bed, with an inlaid leather top. I think these people were called 'Bank Managers'. From there we walked on to the Co-op, as she had heard that they were now stocking something called Yogurt. Sure enough, rows of little pots were sitting there, behind glass, in their own fridge, and ahead of us were two women pointing at them. Wild times, eh? mahlermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14469854614938507153noreply@blogger.com