An Autobiography on life's little ups and downs

“Clang, the heavy metal door slammed-to behind me, the sound reverberating around the small room I had just been gently but expertly manhandled into. A large bunch of keys rattled as they turned the leaver in the lock sending cold shivers down my spine. “Steady on Alf”, I though, it must be a nightmare. Take a deep breath. Shut your eyes and open them again. No,this really is a prison cell. But it can’t be, and yet this room is about six foot by seven foot,  with a toilet pan in a small alcove minus a door, unlike the door behind me, solid steel with heavy hinges. In the middle of the door a small oval shaped spy-hole a large sliding hatch for passing small objects through, making sure the door closed at all times. Alongside one wall a hard wooden slatted bench with just a solitary pillow at one end. A single naked light bulb shone from the ceiling, the wall covered with graffiti. At least the will give me something to read later”.

Awaiting details of how and where to purchase this Autobiography.

Comments about this page

Add your own comment

  • Hi, Met up with Alf Foyle recently, obtained a copy of his autobiography, a fascinating book. Spent all evening reading it. Gives us a great insight into the early days of Laindon, the amazing pools win, brother Billy’s Lions and their problems with the council. If you would like a copy -£9.99p please contact me via salesldca@gmail.com

    By Ken Porter (08/03/2013)
  • While I never knew Alf Foyle, I was very friendly with his older brother Billy and also a nodding acquaintance with his sister Kitty who married Jack Goldingay with whom I played pre-war cricket. 

    My contact with Billy, who was roughly my age stems back to his pre-affluence days. In those days Billy would sell meat for animal food at Wickford market and it would seem he had developed an affiniity with the place, for even after his fortunes had changed and he had purchased Whites Bridge farm he could usually be found on a Monday morning in a hostelry adjacent to the market and would buy you a drink and reminisce about the old Laindon days and never forgot his humbler early days.

    By W.H.Diment (30/10/2012)

Add a comment about this page

Your email address will not be published.