‘I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, that hath but no hole for to sterten to.’
Canterbury Tales ‘The Wif of Bathe,’ Prologue, Line 6154
‘He coude songes make, and wel endite’ Canterbury Tales, Prologue, Line 95
I have written a book! Blimey. I left a Secondary Modern School, with no GCE’s, 2 weeks before my 15th Birthday in 1959. One of the kids known as, a waste of space, or words to that effect. Someone for whom there were very low expectations, if any at all?
I chose to call my book ‘The Singers Tale’ because of Geoffrey Chaucer. A London born Man, he spent time near The Thames, and in Blackfriars and Kent and places in between, as I have done. I felt compelled to tell my story, and in the telling of it, of others, bad and bold, gentle and wise, and of London…
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