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A Shout From The Attic: Goons

Recalling his Army days, Ronnie Bray thinks of Goons and boots.

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The hungry nights we spent listening to steam radio with rapture, especially on Thursday evenings when The Goon Show was broadcast. It was uproarious as we gave ourselves to the imaginary world of Spike Milligan, Peter Sellers, and Harry Secombe. The Goons entered our psyches and created a reality of idiocy that we found as enchanting as it was believable. We were, after all, living in it!

I had some trouble keeping my boots in a good state of repair. For some reason or other, mine were always worn through at the sole. There was no good excuse for this, the cobblers collected boots each week, and delivered them back in seven days. Nevertheless, I often had holes right through them and a deep anxiety of being discovered. It felt good to get my boots back from the mend and I walked tall then. The frequent lapses I put down to my lack of organisation in my daily life. I would imagine all kinds of things about life and the universe, but couldn’t keep my boots in good repair and that is telling!


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