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Saturday night at eight o'clock discovered me not at the motion pictures however at the Cinema Museum, a surprise gem near the Oval cricket ground in South London, located in a previous workhouse which was briefly home to the young Charlie Chaplin after his mother fell on difficult times.

Truth be told, I rarely endeavor south of the river. As Dave, from the Winchester Club, alerted Arthur Daley: 'Great deal of very wicked individuals' in Sarf Lunnon.

Coincidentally, the event was a one-man show by my old mate George Layton, actor, director, scriptwriter, author, whose finest hour - a minimum of to my mind - was playing Des, the dodgy automobile mechanic in Minder.

George was reading from his collection of short stories embeded in the 1950s, when he was maturing in post-war Bradford. They're perfectly composed, warm, funny, expressive, a slice of history, a working-class variation of Richmal Crompton's Just William experiences.

The stories are based on the trials and adversities of a young boy being raised by a single mother - a non-traditional domesticity back then, regretfully just too common today. The Fib And Other Stories has actually been in print because 1975 and discovered its way on to the school curriculum, where it remains today.

I can't help questioning, however, how frequently these marvelous texts are utilized in class these days, in between teachers stuffing their students' little heads with fashionable far-Left propaganda about 'white privilege', colonialism and, naturally, environment change.

The kids in the monochrome school picture which formed the backdrop to George's reading were certainly white, however nobody might have described them as privileged. Those were the days when 'austerity' implied living from hand to mouth, not having to choose a standard 50in flat screen TV, instead of a 65in OLED Ultra model, and only having the ability to afford an iPhone 14 instead of the most recent all-singing, all-dancing AI variation.

Child poverty was genuine, bread-and-dripping, holes-in-your-shoes things, not dining on Deliveroo and unwillingly using last season's Nike trainers.

Until the digital/social media transformation, children acquired their knowledge primarily from books, composes Littlejohn

In the 1950s, kids experienced authentic challenge, not the hardship of aspiration and imagination which blights this generation, through no fault of their own. Today, kids live through their mobile phones, rather of strolling complimentary and experiencing life to the full.

Until the digital/social media revolution, children acquired their understanding primarily from books. Yes, TV played a huge role, as did the motion pictures, however nowhere near the domination of TikTok and other apps using immediate satisfaction in byte-sized pieces.

And how can squinting at the newest CGI created smash hit on a mobile phone a couple of inches broad ever compare to the type of old-school, huge screen, Technicolor and Cinemascope, best-out-of-Hollywood experience commemorated at the Cinema Museum?

It can't. Just as the finest pictures are said to be on the radio, even much better photos can be found in the printed word.

Among the most dismaying things I have actually read just recently was the author Anthony Horowitz complaining the reality that his 300-page books are far too long to engage the shorter attention periods of today's kids.

Not surprising that child, and undoubtedly adult, literacy levels have plummeted amazingly. All this has actually contributed to the shocking revelation that white, working class pupils - kids in particular - are being left behind. Even Labour's Education Secretary Bridget Phillipson has actually been required to admit they have been 'betrayed' by the modern schools system.

They struggle with an absence of parental involvement and consequent scarceness of goal. The white, working class kid in George Layton's stories certainly didn't suffer any adult disregard from his domineering mum. Nor did he lack imagination or aspiration.

Education was the method out of poverty. It produced eloquent wordsmiths like George, in post-war Bradford - and our own dear Keith Waterhouse, late of this parish, who matured in poverty in close-by pre-war Leeds.

Literacy is the best present we can bestow on any child. My grandmas taught me to check out before I went to school, setting me on the early road to a fulfilling profession at the wordface instead of the relative drudgery of the workplace.

is considering taking his one-man program on the road, to little provincial theatres. I've got a better concept.

If the Education Secretary wishes to reverse the betrayal of white, working class kids she might begin by getting the phone and welcoming George to tour schools, checking out from his narratives.

I truthfully believe that if they might be persuaded to search for from their mobiles for an hour, they 'd be enthralled and motivated by the experiences of a young kid not that different to them, regardless of the distance in decades.

You never know, there may even be another Charlie Chaplin among them.

When they're not tasering one-legged 92-year-old men or nicking people for publishing hurty words on the internet, the cops are progressively taking sidelines to supplement their earnings.

Some are working as painters and designers, others as scaffolders nand delivery motorists. More intriguingly, sidelines also consist of a DJ (PC Hammer, anyone?) and a reiki instructor, whatever that is.

My favourites are beekeeper and kickboxing coach, although the copper running a tea store has to take the biscuit.

It's also reported that some officers are working as supermarket checkout assistants. I don't suppose there's any danger of them nicking a couple of thiefs.

Mind how you go.

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