I had a waggle to my walk.
I saw an advert over Easter 1956 for the Star Walk on Whit Tuesday, a big road walk race. I decided to enter.
"Eey up, Tony, that lad of thine has passed our house three times this week waddling his bloody arse," said miner Tommy Lunn, ribbing my dad.
I needed to waggle my hips in an exaggerated style to rpace. I'd build up such that when I finished I'd for 20 yards. Weird but true.
I could also fly down football but was let docontrol. I played on the appropriately enough.
walk this sway Dennis during his 1956 race
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|Date:||Sep 12, 2014|
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