Wednesday 18th July 2007

Well here I am again, I've been watching the first two episodes of Heroes. Stuart told me about this series quite a while ago and said that I must not miss it. I am not disappointed. Bbc 2 showed the first two back to back and I can't wait for the next one. If you like some thing strange sort of D.C. comics stuff, you'll like this. Of course the first programme always have to introduce the characters and I am sure they will develop as the series gets going, but tonight was good and there were some gorgeous men in it too. If you missed it I'm sure it will be on replay. I was talking about my childhood years before and about the end of the war when all the country were celebrating. There was a bonfire on what we called the Clamitt. It used to be where there was a mine, but later it was a short cut to Gornal and where my school was. It was very pretty in the summer as the wild flowers had taken it over. But at the time I'm talking about the folks from our area built a gigantic fire and, no Guy Fawkes instead we burnt an effigy of Hitler. It was a time of merriment, but also sadness, as lots of husbands, fathers and grandfathers did not return home. I remember on one special night my mother took me into Dudley just to hear the church bells as they had been silent through the war, and on another occasion they shone searchlights all across the sky and fireworks were let off. There was dancing in the streets and flags every where. We had the biggest Union Jack, which we hung out of our bedroom window the pole was so long it stretched almost the length of mine and Val's little bedroom. It was all great fun to us, ofcourse being young we didn't realise the amount of suffering there had been by both allies and enemies.
p.s. The clamitt is now a large housing estate, so no more wild flowers.