WHIT’S WISDOM! WARNING – ADULT LANGUAGE USED OR INFERRED! Part one
WHIT’S WISDOM ON…
Growing up….
I was brought up on best bit of land and with lots of room. Back in 1972 dad bought an airfield from David Brown tractors – dad took it from them for £12,000. It had a hangar, many acres of rough Yorkshire moor, which meant me and my sisters could pretty much do what we wanted on that land. They went for the horses and I went for the bikes… you had so much room that you’d only ever really hurt yourself if it went wrong. I now live there.
WHIT’S WISDOM ON…
Smashing up aeroplanes
Dad was a milkman at one point and we got our milk from a farm down a private road from us. I could drive aged nine (with some cushions on the seat) and we had a Mini pickup van that I used on a private road to get the milk. I managed to drive the Mini through the wing of an aeroplane – a Robin it was – made of wood and fabric. The bloke piloting it (or hoping to) was sat in it with the engine ticking over… it was still sat there, ticking over when I drove the Mini through the wing…
WHIT’S WISDOM ON…
Breaking the law…
Dad loved old guns which were hidden safely away in… the airing cupboard! He even had an old Lee Enfield rifle and a Martini-Henry too… he also went clay pigeon shooting and had what he called a ‘pest control’ .22 rifle.
When he was out I’d get one of his rifles and to show off to my mates, we’d go and shoot it – pinging rounds off the local road signs. Well, the local bobby got wind of this and visited us… I was proper shitting myself. This copper had found the spent rounds, flattened like 10 pence pieces, and showed them to my dad. I could hear my dad say: “Have you had them down the lab to check the rifling?” I realised then that I was going to be alright… the copper told my dad to ‘sort it out’. So I got a hiding later: I deserved it!
WHIT’S WISDOM ON…
Getting into bikes
To keep
