Paul Coleman date time-to-read.short-label The Air Raid Siren and The Witch Every weekday morning from the age of four years old until I went away to sea at the age of seventeen I was awoken by the air raid siren ...
Paul Coleman fullDate time-to-read.short-label Man on the Moon There are some things etched in my memory like carvings into stone. Fifty years ago today, I pretended to be two years older than I was a...
Paul Coleman fullDate time-to-read.short-label Tortured For A Frog One day, when i was about eight years old, Mr. Morrel, the headmaster of the tiny Oakfield Road primary school that I went to, gave a les...
Paul Coleman fullDate time-to-read.short-label Escaping School On My First Day At the age of five I was led by the hand down the road to Oakfield Road Primary School by Lennie, the older kid who lived next door. We w...
Paul Coleman fullDate time-to-read.short-label Growing Up In Manchester My earliest memories are of the boarding house where I lived with my baby sister Gwen and my mum and dad. The four of us lived in a groun...
