Memories Of A Nobody

About the Book

WARNING

This book has been written using down-to-earth language and
contains many colloquialisms from the north of England;
it is intended to entertain and not offend!

It is difficult to write a book using words and phrases that will be
understood on both sides of the Atlantic.
But I did try to meet you half-way and there is a Glossary at the
back. If all else fails you can always phone a friend!

If you are a prude or feel that you may not be able to understand
the content please do not buy this hilarious book.

Decisions, decisions!

If you have decided to ignore the well-intended warnings, thank
you for buying it and enjoy!

Please take it to the cashier and pay for it if you are reading it in a
bookstore; the worst that can happen is you will learn how not to
write a book - at a bargain price!

But if you decide not to buy it, I can only say - you don't know
what you are missing!

It all began

On 3rd September 1939 war was solemnly declared between Germany and England followed shortly after by a somewhat different declaration between my parents.

As a result of these two actions I was born, in Bolton Lancashire 8th July 1940 into a world of turmoil, noise and frequent blackouts.

I didn't realize at that time, I was too busy learning how to pee and poo, that the worst had yet to come - toffee rationing; it was hard growing up exchanging worthless clothes coupons for the more important Dolly Mixtures etc.

However, in contrast to the nappy, there was a silver lining to this introduction to life; it taught me the art of bartering, which has been of great help to this date.

Having set the main themes of this book, weird sense of humour and the art of creative bargaining, I will attempt to recall enough details of my somewhat different life, and the odd joke, to keep your interest.

At worst you will throw it away or throw up!

My father Bob was a coach painter and mother Phyllis a cotton weaver.

I say this to let you know from the start that I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth; my upbringing was based on love and morality for which I am so grateful.

About the Author

A true vagabond, Alan Hodgkiss has spent the past four decades seeking out new friends and opportunities on three continents with varying degrees of success, but always infinite supplies of optimism.

Born into a working class Lancashire family during the early years of WWII, he joined the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers of the British Army as a young man and saw service in the Middle East and Africa in the early 1960s. After his discharge, he and a partner ran an auto electrics business for several years. However, by the end of the decade, the desire for more from life prompted the author and his wife to answer the siren's call of emigration to Canada.

This proved to be the first of countless moves across oceans and continents in pursuit of the perfect rainbow and entrepreneurial opportunities.

I was asked many times to put my so-called raconteur skills into print; I imagine this was because my friends could close a book but were too polite to tell me to shut up!

Memories of a Nobody is, therefore, my attempt to satisfy my friends and family; also, the consequences of the many life-changing decisions that I have had to make may be of benefit to others.­ALAN HODGKISS