By the time he was 10 years old, Billy Brown was running a successful little business on the black market and, for the right price, he would deliver it direct to your door in an old carriage pram.
This is the highly entertaining and eye-opening memoir of a young boy growing up in 1950s post-war London. With energy and insight, Billy Brown paints a vivid and lively picture of Britain emerging from the ruins of the war, the hunger for opportunity, the growing pace of modernisation, and the pride and optimism that held communities together. Londoners were intent on getting themselves back on their feet, and it provided the perfect opportunity for a boy with ambition and a lively imagination.
Born in Brixton, south London, in 1942, Billy Brown was a loveable scamp with a nose for mischief. Left to his own devices whilst both his parents went out to work, if there was trouble to be had, Billy would be in the thick of it. Ignoring the shaking of fists from his neighbours, his mother's scoldings, and the regular thwack of the cane on his bottom at school, Billy wheeled and dealed, charmed Woolies Girls, planned coronation celebrations, ran circles around circus performers, and persuaded villains to work on his terms.
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that a small boy in those times was able to go out and earn money,and have adventures,and enjoy himself at the same time
When billy's girlfriend told him she was going to South Africa, I cryed.
I lived during that time ,I was a little younger,but I remembered what it felt like to live at that time while it was being read,that man made me belive that he did live through that time.
I laughed at almost every page,I live in Canada, and it's years since I have heard the real cockney accent,and that made all the more real to me,I also had a cry,but it was one of the best books I have read in a long time,more so because it was read by Bill Brown.
If there are any more books by Bill Brown I would love to know about them.
"Oh billy brown."
I loved Billy's Brown. The story was read well. I enjoyed the innocent of childhood but the craftiness of the time in post war.
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