On Tuesday 2nd June 1953 it was sunny, I was hanging out of a window watching them roast a deer
on a bombed out house opposite in Swanage.
This house to be correct Dad's The Silver Grill...
They say I landed on a shed or blind, no recollection whatsoever!
It was the Queen's Coronation, I was 3 and a half, nearly 4.
It obviously spelt an ominous future.
I fell off a cliff once..
Hence whence 'Poulet Reine Elizabeth or more commonly known as Coronation Chicken sprang from...
"God save our Queen" nuff said..
