Percy's Pawnshop

Hello, Another Tuesday. I said last week I’d tell you how my grandson, Eric, managed to pass his driving test before he could legally get a provisional license for a motorbike. Eric’s the son of my youngest lad, Frank; He’s another one… Norah calls him Liberace, but I’ll tell you about that another day… maybe next week. Eric and his mate Cudge were a bit miffed about missing conscription, so they went to the barracks on Seymour Grove to enquire about the Territorial Army because someone told them that T.A. people got paid. I think I’ve already told you Eric’s like his old man for pushing boundaries, and the cadets…