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Clever thieves« Thread Started on Aug 24, 2009, 1:54pm »
Dear AllI have been passed this story today. A woman visited the toilet in John Lewis at Blue water and hung her handbag on the back of the toilet door. As she carried on about her business, a hand suddenly appeared over the top of the stall and grabbed her bag clean off the hook!!!She immediately reported the incident to the head of security, who in turn informed the manager of the store. A couple of days later she had a call from the head of security to say her bag had been found without her purse. So she arranged a convenient time to go and meet the manager to collect her things.On arriving at the John Lewis store at the agreed time, the manager was not expecting her & neither was the head of security. No one from the store had actually called her as the bag had still not been found.When the lady got home, her house had been burgled with no sign of forced entry. The Police believe the robbers had used her Driving License for the address and her keys to let themselves in!This is real - it isn't just a scaremongering story. Many will be so shocked at how complex bag snatching crime has become.Please be extra vigilant ladies AND gents (with your man bags) there are a lot of desperate criminals out there!Violent and Organized Crime UnitPlumstead Police Station200 Plumstead High StreetSE18 1JYTelephone: 020 7161 8746 (Internal 788746)E-mail: Nicholas.Gilbey@met.pnnpolice.uk Message entered b John PMellor.OBE., QSM.,Ridder van den orde orange nassau
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Letter to Editor of Express and Star« Thread Started on Sept 24, 2009, 3:46pm »
I read with interest the letter of John Higgins, about the new report of the British Heart Foundation. Firstly, the figure should be 38% not 34% not having cardiac rehabilitation. It is important that this was a national figure, not mentioning any specific area. Here in the area served by New Cross Heart and Lung Unit,, I have no knowledge that cardiac rehabilitation has been refused to anyone. Secondly, the rehabilitation has to be recommended by the specialist and accepted by the patient. It is not obligatory. The number of persons refusing the treatment is considerable.During the four years I was Chairman of the now defunct Patients Forum, no complaints over this issue were ever received The newly formed LINK organisation has received no complaints either.I defend no organisation or person, but as a individual, who has had three heart attacks, and two courses of cardiac rehabilitation, I wish to make it clear that our local Wolverhampton Hospital has refused no one cardiac rehabilitation, if it is recommended and accepted John Mellor. WV37BG 01290338904In the express and star on Wednesday 23rd Sept/2009, Mr John Higgins of Willenhall referred to a recent report of the British Heart Foundation, in which he stated that 34% of heart patients do not get cardiac rehabilitation. The figure quoted was s38%. No area specified. Wolverhampton for once was not guilty. I felt my letter was appropriate. John P Mellor., OBE., QSM.,President NPC Wolverhampton
I read with interest the letter of John Higgins, about the new report of the British Heart Foundation. Firstly, the figure should be 38% not 34% not having cardiac rehabilitation. It is important that this was a national figure, not mentioning any specific area. Here in the area served by New Cross Heart and Lung Unit,, I have no knowledge that cardiac rehabilitation has been refused to anyone. Secondly, the rehabilitation has to be recommended by the specialist and accepted by the patient. It is not obligatory. The number of persons refusing the treatment is considerable.During the four years I was Chairman of the now defunct Patients Forum, no complaints over this issue were ever received The newly formed LINK organisation has received no complaints either.I defend no organisation or person, but as a individual, who has had three heart attacks, and two courses of cardiac rehabilitation, I wish to make it clear that our local Wolverhampton Hospital has refused no one cardiac rehabilitation, if it is recommended and accepted John Mellor. WV37BG 01290338904In the express and star on Wednesday 23rd Sept/2009, Mr John Higgins of Willenhall referred to a recent report of the British Heart Foundation, in which he stated that 34% of heart patients do not get cardiac rehabilitation. The figure quoted was s38%. No area specified. Wolverhampton for once was not guilty. I felt my letter was appropriate. John P Mellor., OBE., QSM.,President NPC Wolverhampton
The BRITISH SOLDIER« Thread Started on Nov 2, 2009, 5:28pm »
They are doing their bit.....please do yours by reading this and forwarding it to someone else: The average British soldier is 19 years old.....he is a short haired, well built lad who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears and just old enough to buy a round of drinks but old enough to die for his country - and for you. He's not particularly keen on hard work but he'd rather be grafting in Afghanistan than unemployed in the UK . He recently left comprehensive school where he was probably an average student, played some form of sport, drove a ten year old rust bucket, and knew a girl that either broke up with him when he left, or swore to be waiting when he returns home. He moves easily to rock and roll or hip-hop or to the rattle of a 7.62mm machine gun. He is about a stone lighter than when he left home because he is working or fighting from dawn to dusk and well beyond. He has trouble spelling, so letter writing is a pain for him, but he can strip a rifle in 25 seconds and reassemble it in the dark. He can recite every detail of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either effectively if he has to. He digs trenches and latrines without the aid of machines and can apply first aid like a professional paramedic. He can march until he is told to stop, or stay dead still until he is told to move. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation but he is not without a rebellious spirit or a sense of personal dignity. He is confidently self-sufficient. He has two sets of uniform with him: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never forgets to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes and fix his own hurts. If you are thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food is your food. He'll even share his life-saving ammunition with you in the heat of a firefight if you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and regards his weapon as an extension of his own hands. He can save your life or he can take it, because that is his job - it's what a soldier does. He often works twice as long and hard as a civilian, draw half the pay and have nowhere to spend it, and can still find black ironic humour in it all. There's an old saying in the British Army: 'If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined!' He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and he is unashamed to show it or admit it. He feels every bugle note of the 'Last Post' or 'Sunset' vibrate through his body while standing rigidly to attention. He's not afraid to 'Bollock' anyone who shows disrespect when the Regimental Colours are on display or the National Anthem is played; yet in an odd twist, he would defend anyone's right to be an individual. Just as with generations of young people before him, he is paying the price for our freedom. Clean shaven and baby faced he may be, but be prepared to defend yourself if you treat him like a kid. He is the latest in a long thin line of British Fighting Men that have kept this country free for hundreds of years. He asks for nothing from us except our respect, friendship and understanding. We may not like what he does, but sometimes he doesn't like it either - he just has it to do.. Remember him always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood. And now we even have brave young women putting themselves in harm's way, doing their part in this tradition of going to war when our nation's politicians call on us to do so. When you receive this, please stop for a moment and if you are so inclined, feel free to say a prayer for our troops in the trouble spots of the world. John P Mellor OBE., QSM.,
They are doing their bit.....please do yours by reading this and forwarding it to someone else: The average British soldier is 19 years old.....he is a short haired, well built lad who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears and just old enough to buy a round of drinks but old enough to die for his country - and for you. He's not particularly keen on hard work but he'd rather be grafting in Afghanistan than unemployed in the UK . He recently left comprehensive school where he was probably an average student, played some form of sport, drove a ten year old rust bucket, and knew a girl that either broke up with him when he left, or swore to be waiting when he returns home. He moves easily to rock and roll or hip-hop or to the rattle of a 7.62mm machine gun. He is about a stone lighter than when he left home because he is working or fighting from dawn to dusk and well beyond. He has trouble spelling, so letter writing is a pain for him, but he can strip a rifle in 25 seconds and reassemble it in the dark. He can recite every detail of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either effectively if he has to. He digs trenches and latrines without the aid of machines and can apply first aid like a professional paramedic. He can march until he is told to stop, or stay dead still until he is told to move. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation but he is not without a rebellious spirit or a sense of personal dignity. He is confidently self-sufficient. He has two sets of uniform with him: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never forgets to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes and fix his own hurts. If you are thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food is your food. He'll even share his life-saving ammunition with you in the heat of a firefight if you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and regards his weapon as an extension of his own hands. He can save your life or he can take it, because that is his job - it's what a soldier does. He often works twice as long and hard as a civilian, draw half the pay and have nowhere to spend it, and can still find black ironic humour in it all. There's an old saying in the British Army: 'If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined!' He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and he is unashamed to show it or admit it. He feels every bugle note of the 'Last Post' or 'Sunset' vibrate through his body while standing rigidly to attention. He's not afraid to 'Bollock' anyone who shows disrespect when the Regimental Colours are on display or the National Anthem is played; yet in an odd twist, he would defend anyone's right to be an individual. Just as with generations of young people before him, he is paying the price for our freedom. Clean shaven and baby faced he may be, but be prepared to defend yourself if you treat him like a kid. He is the latest in a long thin line of British Fighting Men that have kept this country free for hundreds of years. He asks for nothing from us except our respect, friendship and understanding. We may not like what he does, but sometimes he doesn't like it either - he just has it to do.. Remember him always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood. And now we even have brave young women putting themselves in harm's way, doing their part in this tradition of going to war when our nation's politicians call on us to do so. When you receive this, please stop for a moment and if you are so inclined, feel free to say a prayer for our troops in the trouble spots of the world. John P Mellor OBE., QSM.,
Severn Trent Trust Help for persons in their area« Thread Started on Jun 26, 2009, 10:29am »
The Severn Trent Trust was set up in 1997 and since then has made grants of £27 millions to over 55000 households. People who are unable to meet the cost of their water charges and who live in the Severn Trent area can apply for helpThe trust is keen to find more beneficiaries. For further information or to make an application please contact the Trust DIRECT. Telephone 0121 3557766. email office@sttf.org.uk or www.sttf.org.uk.J Mellor. President National Pensioners Convention, City of Wolverhampton. WV37BG 01902338904
The Severn Trent Trust was set up in 1997 and since then has made grants of £27 millions to over 55000 households. People who are unable to meet the cost of their water charges and who live in the Severn Trent area can apply for helpThe trust is keen to find more beneficiaries. For further information or to make an application please contact the Trust DIRECT. Telephone 0121 3557766. email office@sttf.org.uk or www.sttf.org.uk.J Mellor. President National Pensioners Convention, City of Wolverhampton. WV37BG 01902338904
The Lion Man of Cradley Heath
The Lion man From Cradley Heath
The Lion man of Cradley Heath. Much has been written about Lewis Frank Foley, general known as Lew. A man of great physical strength, but with a massive work capacity, he was s successful business man, with a penchant for publicity. He was a likeable rogue. He would never ever use his great strength to hurt anyone, and his generosity was well known. Like most men of his type he has a few conviction, but never for violence.He lived at Fairview, Corn greaves road, Cradley Heath. With his family. In about July of 1975, I saw him in his vehicle, in High Street, outside the MEB. I passed his vehicle, and saw a young lion sitting on the back seat. There were no rule about Dangerous Animals then. Foley was the prime target of the legislation which followed.. I pointed out to Foley that the lion would grow, and he would have to cage it. He said, I am already erecting a cage for this one, and some others.” I also pointed out to him the dangers a lion could cause in a car. He promised to take the lion home. He did. I arranged a watching brief on the lion, which had now got a mate. Foley a construction engineer, has built massive cages at the rear of his home, and now employed a lion tamer, Leslie William Maiden. He did not have a clue about wild animals. Foley continued to show the animals, but we had no complaints. At 12.50pm Tuesday November 1975, it was reported that Foley had the lion in his vehicle, in Corn greaves Road.. Together with others I saw the lion. It was attached to the towing bar, by a steel hawser, and an a chain around its neck. One of the side windows was slightly open, and the lion put its paw outside and was affected by the passing traffic. The lion would be able to touch any person passing. Foley came to the vehicle and tried to start it. It would not start. I suggested he put the lion back into its cage. This was done. Foley indicated that he was going to take the lion to Birmingham to see the sights. I was aware he had alerted the press.At 2/40pm the same day, I returned to Corn greaves Road, and followed Foley and his lion trainer, through to Upper High Street. Where I stopped him. The lion was in the back seat. I asked him where he was going, he replied, “To Birmingham to see the sights”. I told Foley he was under arrest, so was the trainer .” I asked a police officer, who accompanied me, to return the vehicle, to the home of Foley. The lion was placed back in its cage. Foley and his trainer, were taken to Old Hill Police Station, where they were charged, with breach of the peace at Common Law. His trainer Maiden was jointly charged.. Foley and Maiden were bailed. They appeared before Smethwick Magistrates on 2nd December. 1975. They pleaded “Not Guilty”. They were found guilty, and bound over toe keep the peace in the sum of £500. There were severe court costs.Foley never took the lion’s out again. He was content to “show” them for a few pence. He appeared on television many times. The Lion Man of Cradley Heath has passed into history. A character, for which the Black Country was once famous John Mellor
The Dangerous Wild Animals act was passed in 1976. 7 months after the conviction of Foley and his trainers. In the House of Commons, details of this case, were given as an example of animals being kept under dangerous conditions. I was warned that my presence might be required it was not.
The Lion man of Cradley Heath. Much has been written about Lewis Frank Foley, general known as Lew. A man of great physical strength, but with a massive work capacity, he was s successful business man, with a penchant for publicity. He was a likeable rogue. He would never ever use his great strength to hurt anyone, and his generosity was well known. Like most men of his type he has a few conviction, but never for violence.He lived at Fairview, Corn greaves road, Cradley Heath. With his family. In about July of 1975, I saw him in his vehicle, in High Street, outside the MEB. I passed his vehicle, and saw a young lion sitting on the back seat. There were no rule about Dangerous Animals then. Foley was the prime target of the legislation which followed.. I pointed out to Foley that the lion would grow, and he would have to cage it. He said, I am already erecting a cage for this one, and some others.” I also pointed out to him the dangers a lion could cause in a car. He promised to take the lion home. He did. I arranged a watching brief on the lion, which had now got a mate. Foley a construction engineer, has built massive cages at the rear of his home, and now employed a lion tamer, Leslie William Maiden. He did not have a clue about wild animals. Foley continued to show the animals, but we had no complaints. At 12.50pm Tuesday November 1975, it was reported that Foley had the lion in his vehicle, in Corn greaves Road.. Together with others I saw the lion. It was attached to the towing bar, by a steel hawser, and an a chain around its neck. One of the side windows was slightly open, and the lion put its paw outside and was affected by the passing traffic. The lion would be able to touch any person passing. Foley came to the vehicle and tried to start it. It would not start. I suggested he put the lion back into its cage. This was done. Foley indicated that he was going to take the lion to Birmingham to see the sights. I was aware he had alerted the press.At 2/40pm the same day, I returned to Corn greaves Road, and followed Foley and his lion trainer, through to Upper High Street. Where I stopped him. The lion was in the back seat. I asked him where he was going, he replied, “To Birmingham to see the sights”. I told Foley he was under arrest, so was the trainer .” I asked a police officer, who accompanied me, to return the vehicle, to the home of Foley. The lion was placed back in its cage. Foley and his trainer, were taken to Old Hill Police Station, where they were charged, with breach of the peace at Common Law. His trainer Maiden was jointly charged.. Foley and Maiden were bailed. They appeared before Smethwick Magistrates on 2nd December. 1975. They pleaded “Not Guilty”. They were found guilty, and bound over toe keep the peace in the sum of £500. There were severe court costs.Foley never took the lion’s out again. He was content to “show” them for a few pence. He appeared on television many times. The Lion Man of Cradley Heath has passed into history. A character, for which the Black Country was once famous John Mellor
The Dangerous Wild Animals act was passed in 1976. 7 months after the conviction of Foley and his trainers. In the House of Commons, details of this case, were given as an example of animals being kept under dangerous conditions. I was warned that my presence might be required it was not.
The Tettenhal Wood Guardsman
The Tettenhall Wood Guardsman« Thread Started Yesterday at 5:46pm »
Albert, had been brought up "rough", his father, was a cruel man, his mother Gwendoline, a kind woman, had not had a good life, Albert had a sister, she had left for other areas, when I first became involved with Tettenhall Wood, as a Police officer.. Albert had spent 8 weeks in the Grenadier Guards, before being "discharged". His problem alcohol, and when not available Meths, the forerunner, of our drugs problem. Albert, had appeared before the magistrates that many times, that he and I had lost count. I go him two jobs he lost them both. With the death of his father. I thought things would improve, they did, for a short while.His mother, relieved of the drain of her husband, tried to bring Albert back. to normality It was not to be/I arrested him 7 more times, found him drunk on the Holloway at Compton, in a thunder storm. The rain, ran down the gutter, through Albert, and continued on its way. With the help of a bus conductor, and changing the route of the bus, I got Albert to Tettenhall Police Station. Then followed the usual routine, to Tettenhall Magistrates. Without prompting, Albert answered his name, stood to attention in the large ammunition boots , he always wore, and said, Guardsman Albert Edward N.... Sir. Invariably the sentence was the same. I months imprisonment. Then for 4 months, no sign of Albert at P Cottage, Mill Lane. No one had seen him, Mrs N.... was seen working and in good health. It was too good to be true. He has been in Birmingham with a friend. He returned. Three days later, I was riding my cycle in School Road, Tettenhall Wood, when I saw his opposite neighbour. "Officer, Mrs N... not seen for 2 days. No fires in he grate" I went to the Police Pillar in School Road, and reported the facts. Sergeant Wassell, said he would join me at P........ Cottage. I went there, and checked the doors, all locked, looked through the window, could see nothing. The Sergeant arrived. A decision was made to knock down the door. It proved to strong. A ladder was brought over from a neighbour. I climbed the ladder, and got into a bedroom, through the window. I went to the top of the stairs, they had no steps, they had been broken up for firewood. I lowered myself gingerly as far as I could and dropped. I could then see Mrs. N.... apparently dead on the floor, blood everywhere, and a blood stained bottle by her head. I opened the front door, and let the Sergeant in. The Sergeant, went to inform the Superintendent at Willenhall. He said, "See if you can find Alb ert." I had a good idea where he would be. In the disused huts in Dippons Lane, recently vacated. I searched them all, finding him, eating a cold bacon sandwich, with his large coat draped around him. He was 6ft 2 inches tall, and over 18 stones, a formidable adversary. I went to him and Said, "Albert Edward N.... I am arresting you for the murder of your mother, Gwendoline." I cautioned him, He said, "She was nagging me, so I hit her". I asked him to put out his hands. He did. I handcuffed him. I walked him back to the junction of Longlake Avenue and Dippons Lane. At that moment. I saw a large car, a Rolls Bentley approach. I knew it was the property of Miss, Daisy St Clair Mander, J. P., The Mount. I stopped the vehicle, and asked Miss. Mander if she would assist me to remove Neale. She immediately AGREED. She took me straight to Tettenhall Police Station. Only PC Keating was on durty. The Sergeant had returned to the scene, with the pathologist. I got Pc Keating to enter Albert in the Charge Book, charged him with wilful murder of his mother. Cautioned him Placed him in the cells.The Superintendent then arrived. Tore a strip off me, for charging Albert. It was the Superintendents job. He did not alter the entry however. Post Mortems witnessed. Initial court appearances, and commital to the Assize at Stafford. Then misfortune or otherwise. Professor Webster, Home Office Pathologist, stated that Mrs. N... had died of a heart attack, seconds before the blow to the head. Albert then pleaded guilty to unlawful wounding. Got 12 months imprisonment, later certified under the Mental Heal thAct.. I only saw Albert once more. Several years later, I was travelling through Stafford with my wife and child, walking from the Midland Red Depot, to Pitcher Bank, when I saw Albert complete with yellow trustee band, and 8 other men. I stopped, Albert was apparently pleased to see me. He said, "I am in charge of these loonies(his words)and I take them to the pub around the corner. They clean up the yard, while I have a drink.I feel Albert had found his niche in life. Strangeley the cottage was demolished several months later.The site is still there. Unused. I often wondered, how the property had been dealt with in that fashion
Albert, had been brought up "rough", his father, was a cruel man, his mother Gwendoline, a kind woman, had not had a good life, Albert had a sister, she had left for other areas, when I first became involved with Tettenhall Wood, as a Police officer.. Albert had spent 8 weeks in the Grenadier Guards, before being "discharged". His problem alcohol, and when not available Meths, the forerunner, of our drugs problem. Albert, had appeared before the magistrates that many times, that he and I had lost count. I go him two jobs he lost them both. With the death of his father. I thought things would improve, they did, for a short while.His mother, relieved of the drain of her husband, tried to bring Albert back. to normality It was not to be/I arrested him 7 more times, found him drunk on the Holloway at Compton, in a thunder storm. The rain, ran down the gutter, through Albert, and continued on its way. With the help of a bus conductor, and changing the route of the bus, I got Albert to Tettenhall Police Station. Then followed the usual routine, to Tettenhall Magistrates. Without prompting, Albert answered his name, stood to attention in the large ammunition boots , he always wore, and said, Guardsman Albert Edward N.... Sir. Invariably the sentence was the same. I months imprisonment. Then for 4 months, no sign of Albert at P Cottage, Mill Lane. No one had seen him, Mrs N.... was seen working and in good health. It was too good to be true. He has been in Birmingham with a friend. He returned. Three days later, I was riding my cycle in School Road, Tettenhall Wood, when I saw his opposite neighbour. "Officer, Mrs N... not seen for 2 days. No fires in he grate" I went to the Police Pillar in School Road, and reported the facts. Sergeant Wassell, said he would join me at P........ Cottage. I went there, and checked the doors, all locked, looked through the window, could see nothing. The Sergeant arrived. A decision was made to knock down the door. It proved to strong. A ladder was brought over from a neighbour. I climbed the ladder, and got into a bedroom, through the window. I went to the top of the stairs, they had no steps, they had been broken up for firewood. I lowered myself gingerly as far as I could and dropped. I could then see Mrs. N.... apparently dead on the floor, blood everywhere, and a blood stained bottle by her head. I opened the front door, and let the Sergeant in. The Sergeant, went to inform the Superintendent at Willenhall. He said, "See if you can find Alb ert." I had a good idea where he would be. In the disused huts in Dippons Lane, recently vacated. I searched them all, finding him, eating a cold bacon sandwich, with his large coat draped around him. He was 6ft 2 inches tall, and over 18 stones, a formidable adversary. I went to him and Said, "Albert Edward N.... I am arresting you for the murder of your mother, Gwendoline." I cautioned him, He said, "She was nagging me, so I hit her". I asked him to put out his hands. He did. I handcuffed him. I walked him back to the junction of Longlake Avenue and Dippons Lane. At that moment. I saw a large car, a Rolls Bentley approach. I knew it was the property of Miss, Daisy St Clair Mander, J. P., The Mount. I stopped the vehicle, and asked Miss. Mander if she would assist me to remove Neale. She immediately AGREED. She took me straight to Tettenhall Police Station. Only PC Keating was on durty. The Sergeant had returned to the scene, with the pathologist. I got Pc Keating to enter Albert in the Charge Book, charged him with wilful murder of his mother. Cautioned him Placed him in the cells.The Superintendent then arrived. Tore a strip off me, for charging Albert. It was the Superintendents job. He did not alter the entry however. Post Mortems witnessed. Initial court appearances, and commital to the Assize at Stafford. Then misfortune or otherwise. Professor Webster, Home Office Pathologist, stated that Mrs. N... had died of a heart attack, seconds before the blow to the head. Albert then pleaded guilty to unlawful wounding. Got 12 months imprisonment, later certified under the Mental Heal thAct.. I only saw Albert once more. Several years later, I was travelling through Stafford with my wife and child, walking from the Midland Red Depot, to Pitcher Bank, when I saw Albert complete with yellow trustee band, and 8 other men. I stopped, Albert was apparently pleased to see me. He said, "I am in charge of these loonies(his words)and I take them to the pub around the corner. They clean up the yard, while I have a drink.I feel Albert had found his niche in life. Strangeley the cottage was demolished several months later.The site is still there. Unused. I often wondered, how the property had been dealt with in that fashion
An Inspector at Bilston
An Inspector at Bilston« Thread Started on Aug 30, 2009, 11:03am »
Bilston in 1965, was a borough, with a proud history and an individual outlook, soon to be merged with BIG Brother Wolverhampton, in 1966. Full of characters. of all sorts, but distinctly different from other places. Memories, "Cissie" the flower seller, corner of High Street, and market entrance. She knew everyone and everything, without her a policeman would be severely handicapped/ One of my predecessors had. moved her on.Not realising that she was maintaining aged relatives and he own family. When she saw me, she said"Yo are the man with the stick(I always carried a cane)are ya going to move me" I replied, diplomatically "Not till I get a complaint". She then said, "where yo at Lower Penn a few years ago, I was astounded. "Yes . I replied. Cissie said "your missus always gave me, milk for the babby and water for my horse. I then realised she used to hawk. the Penn area of wolverhampton., with a horse and cart. Thus started a happy three years mutual confidence. Cissie only told you about acts of violence. Other crimes did not count. Stealing was a way of life. She was very helpful to me personally............................................................... The Market Tavern, opposite her pitch and where her husband had a drink was notorious for fist fights(bottles forbidden) I went in on Saturday afternoon, rather foolishly. alone, the fighting was nasty 20 or more, the first blow from a notorious villain, knocked me on the floor, I could see I would be seriously injured. The noise suddenly subsided, a loud voice, said, "leave him alone, he has helped us, there are 8 of us we will brain anybody who touches him" Cissie at majestic height, she was nearly 6ft. on a table, with a stool in her hand. The fighting stopped. Cissie said, You will have no trouble here, whilst you are in Bilston. I did not. She did my street credibility the world of good John P Mellor OBE., QSM.,
Bilston in 1965, was a borough, with a proud history and an individual outlook, soon to be merged with BIG Brother Wolverhampton, in 1966. Full of characters. of all sorts, but distinctly different from other places. Memories, "Cissie" the flower seller, corner of High Street, and market entrance. She knew everyone and everything, without her a policeman would be severely handicapped/ One of my predecessors had. moved her on.Not realising that she was maintaining aged relatives and he own family. When she saw me, she said"Yo are the man with the stick(I always carried a cane)are ya going to move me" I replied, diplomatically "Not till I get a complaint". She then said, "where yo at Lower Penn a few years ago, I was astounded. "Yes . I replied. Cissie said "your missus always gave me, milk for the babby and water for my horse. I then realised she used to hawk. the Penn area of wolverhampton., with a horse and cart. Thus started a happy three years mutual confidence. Cissie only told you about acts of violence. Other crimes did not count. Stealing was a way of life. She was very helpful to me personally............................................................... The Market Tavern, opposite her pitch and where her husband had a drink was notorious for fist fights(bottles forbidden) I went in on Saturday afternoon, rather foolishly. alone, the fighting was nasty 20 or more, the first blow from a notorious villain, knocked me on the floor, I could see I would be seriously injured. The noise suddenly subsided, a loud voice, said, "leave him alone, he has helped us, there are 8 of us we will brain anybody who touches him" Cissie at majestic height, she was nearly 6ft. on a table, with a stool in her hand. The fighting stopped. Cissie said, You will have no trouble here, whilst you are in Bilston. I did not. She did my street credibility the world of good John P Mellor OBE., QSM.,
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