lifeandtimesofadamagedsoul

[lifeandtimesofadamagedsoul]

More young childhood memories... showing my belly each day to an old woman that passed the house on her way to the shops, it was meant to show her I'd had my lunch I think, she would get me a dessert in return for my showing my belly! The headless woman... or more precisely the head of a woman looking into my bedroom window from the roof, upside down. Used to terrify me. Sometimes I'd go to the loo, lift the toilet seat and see her head in the toilet bowl, I'd run like fuck down the stairs still dying for a wee. Eventually, that turned into being chased down the stairs by a lion after I flushed which then became beating the flush to the bottom of the stairs!!! I remember asking my baby sitter Pauline, my mums best friend to take her clothes off, I was three, she refused lol. There are many small memories from those years I can recall now, until recently all that was blocked to me but I had a kind of epiphany a few months ago (may 2020) and things have changed. So... my mum and dad both worked, had good jobs, took foreign holidays and both had cars. Quite something for a 60s English council estate. I started school aged 5 and went to The Meads infant school which got burned down. Also at that time my dad had my cat Mitch which my lovely gran Grace Osborn had got me put down. Because of fleas. Fucking fleas. I was devastated, Mitch was dead. The Meads burned down. I was moved to Edgware infants. They had a sand pit. It was the first and last time I put a drawing pin on a girls stool. Of course Tracey sat on it but instead of it being funny she cried and cried, sorry Tracey. Eventually I got transferred to Woodcroft infants and stayed there through junior school too.

[lifeandtimesofadamagedsoul]

Much of my early life is a hazy distant memory, I recall being given my own bedroom around the age of 3 I think, I used to wake my parents every day at the crack of dawn cheerfully announcing in a loud voice "time to get up, time to get up"! God it must have driven them bonkers! My mum and dad were both professionals, both graphic artists, my mum was tracing, a skill in itself and my dad was a fully qualified and extremely talented technical draughtsman. He used to draw blueprints for satellites and missiles for Marconi - Elliot, which became Marconi Space and Defence. At his funeral the amount of black limos carrying god knows who was awe inspiring, some real players for sure trusted and respected my dad. So... in 60s England divorce, unmarried mothers, living together unmarried, all these things were taboo and would get you ostracized and shunned so our lives in 179 slipped into convenient lies. Mr and Mrs Wright... that was the main lie and once that "cover" was established like some miracle we were suddenly "welcome" ( no one was ever truly welcomed by my grandad, he was a miserable old bastard!) at the Osborn family home in Borehamwood.

[lifeandtimesofadamagedsoul]

The beginning: I was born in Edgware general hospital, in the north of greater London, England around 5am on August 15th 1961. My mother Patricua Osborn, was a single parent in a society which frowned hugely upon such wayward women at the time, the fact that she didnt give me up for adoption speaks well of her determination to succeed no matter what odds. Her father, my grandfather wanted nothing to do with me, I wasnt allowed inside the family home so my mother got herself a small flat where we lived for the first year or so of my life in Rickmansworth, Hertfordshire. My mother and father never married, when I was concieved they both had different partners. My mother was dating an Irishman from co. Wexford* anc my father Ronald Wright, was married to an Irishwoman called Eileen! Evidently the house at 179 Deansbrook Road where my father lived was quite bizarre for those times, my father and his wife in one room and my mother and her boyfriend in another at times. Needless to say it was a situation that couldn't last, those two up two down houses, great as they are, are very small and not designed for two couples. So my mum goes to Rickmansworth, meanwhile my dad gets a divorce! I'd already started causing mayhem. I should just point out that they met at work, Elliot brothers in Borehamwood, where my mums family home was after they left Islington, my dad family were from Paddington. Also, my mum who is quite the musician was playing bass in a rock n roll band called the 5 amps, my dad started managing them! Eventually my mum and me moved into 179 and we became a "family", the lies and the blues had begun.