"Memoirs of an Ordinary Man" is a humorous, and often irreverant, record of the life of the Author. It is told from his early years, growing up in London in the 1950's as the son of a motor mechanic, through his time as an officer in the Merchant Navy, to his years as a senior figure in the financial services industry. If you think memoirs are dull affairs, think again. This book will appeal equally to those who grew up in the same period and like to reminisce; to those who would like to learn the truth about the "good old days" and what they were really like; and to those who simply like to enjoy a good story that makes them smile. Reading this without grinning is as difficult as eating that famous fruit pastille without chewing! A brief extract...."The kitchen was an interesting place, with lime green painted walls and a coal cellar (which wasn't a cellar at all, but a cupboard) opening out right next to the cooker. When the coal man (not very P.C, but that was his title, and I can't remember any coal ladies hunking hundredweight sacks of nutty slack in on their shoulders) delivered the coal, it was tipped from a sack straight into this floor-level cupboard and great balls of black soot would gush out into the kitchen like a pyroclastic cloud. This would be deposited on the cooker, the floor, and anything else in a ten-foot radius. As the kitchen wasn't more than twelve feet, this meant just about everything. Opposite the cooker and sink was the toilet, which I suppose was quite useful as you could hear if things were boiling over as you sat there. And then there was the floor standing hand mangle, used to dry clothes before they were hung out on the line. This fascinated me as I watched the water pour out of clothes which went in as a thick wedge and came out almost paper thin. I had occasional dark thoughts about what would happen if you put small creatures like our white mice through, although I'm pleased to say these thoughts never developed into the full experimentation stage."