Number in series 70; Year of publication 1986 - Fell and Rock ...

Tony Greenbank 153thousand volts of electricity were passing through my body — eventually theyfired me through the air like a space shuttle while plank and roller went hurtlingin the opposite direction.It was a costly trip totalling (as the Americans say): Vi bucket of coal(overturned); 1 dish of Phil Wormell's delicious Women's Institute-recipelemon meringue pie; 8 mugs of steaming Ovaltine; 1 plate, at that precisemoment being carried through the room by Sir Geoffrey Howe lookalike LewisSmith, of wet liver; and the glass front to the bookcase beside the kitchen doorthrough which my head became inextricably jammed.All these happenings, please note, took place in the Fifties.But to climb then in the Fifties and still to be on the rock and ice in theseFifties (even if a different kind of Fifties).... Hey, heavy number!There's a lot of us about.All still striving to hold on to that which is the genuine 18-carat. All going forthe second chance. And all keeping the Middle ages, even with the occasionalwobble, on course.And when they finally cut this bloody plaster cast off my left leg I'll be backthere still searching for something rather better than the last hold I used — hey,can YOU win them all?Ui