That particular road there is North St. And I’m pretty sure – without having a magnifying glass- that that particular road there is George St, where I was born. It’s September 23rd 1906 on the stamp – it’s about the turn of the last century.
I can remember the old lamps that were there, and the chappie coming along at night with a stick on his bike. I can remember the Canadians being up and down there. And when we had VE Day they pulled all the gates down, and burnt them, and had massive bonfires in the street. It’s the start of my life in North.