Who am I ?For several weeks whilst at Holy Trinity Junior school and at the age of 11, nobody was sure what my name was. I mean, I knew but nobody believed me. Every time I told them I was Tony they wrote down Anthony or sometimes Antony but never Tony and to complicate matters, there was another lad in the same small school whose name was Antony Withers. He was older and taller than me and anyway, had red hair so we didn't get mixed up but it was only after writing to my mum that they discovered that I was telling the truth all the time. Twelve days later, my brother Alan was born. No such problems for him. Or is it Allan?
My teachers didn't appreciate the fact that I wanted to be left-handed either, forcing me to write with my right but I persisted and won the day resulting in handwriting that even a doctor would find difficult to decipher due to my left arm dragging across the wet ink from my dip-in pen nib. If I had kept some examples of these masterpieces they would be worth a fortune. |