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Bornatotter
@bornatotter
Hastings undisputed king of punk/skiffle. Bexhill United comms and cttee. Author, singer, and bar room raconteur. Thinking woman's yobbo. Vintage geezer.
Hastings, England
Joined October 2013
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    RIP Dave Booker of the East Surreys. He was one of dad’s best mates and helped save him after he had been badly beaten by camp guards, at great risk to himself. Dave never made it & Dad always wanted to visit his grave, sadly it never happened. Proud to put that right today.
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    RIP Pte. Robert Abrahams. A laundryman from Peckham he died of Beri-beri and malnutrition. He was starved to death, leaving a wife, Rose, at home. Buried at Chungkai he’s another of my dad’s mates whose graves he really wanted to visit but never made it. Rest easy Robert.
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    Replying to @fleetstreetfox
    At the time of D Day my dad was a slave labourer in a Japanese prisoner of war camp. Captured at the fall of Singapore he was starved, beaten and brutalised but never broken although the nightmares stayed with him till the day he died. He had to fight for years for a war pension
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    I’d never heard this extraordinary story before. Apparently plucky little Salford City pulled themselves up by their bootstraps & into the EFL with nowt but the hard work of a few volunteers, the cash of a Singaporean billionaire, five multi-millionaire Mancs & a craven media!
    Five years ago five former Manchester United players took over at Salford City... Now they enter the Football League 📺 Class of ’92 Full Time - coming soon on Sky Sports
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    When Brentford start acting like they are some sort of European Super Leaguers who can trample over history and tradition you know the games up. None of this bullshit down Bexhill.
    "They need to take some more clever decisions" 💭 After Brentford's 1-1 draw with Wolves, manager Thomas Frank does not think there should be FA Cup replays ❌⬇️
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    Touching the ground at Ban Pong station where my father arrived on the 13th October 1942 having spent four days and four nights rammed into a steel railway car with little food or water. Sweltering during the day, freezing at night. His journey up Death Railway started right here
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    That’s that then. Last shift on the desk and down on the pier having a pint to celebrate retiring. Now I can home in on the business of refurbing vintage gear, moaning about random shit and annoying the neighbours with my punk rock acoustic guitar. Up the fuckin pensioners!
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    My old man’s beret and service book. Two of my most precious possessions. He saw many of his comrades die of sickness, brutality & starvation on Death Railway. He survived but his war never ended. Remembered today & every day. His name is Sergeant Cliff Martin. #RememberanceDay
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    After 33 years at the sharp end my wife worked her last ever substantive shift in intensive care today and is officially heading into retirement. Although she’ll be back to work some bank shifts it means no more nights & she can now dedicate herself to looking after her old man.
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    The FA Cup is like a refuge for proper football people from all the greedy and corrupt bastards with their global visions. It refuses to die. No wonder they want to destroy it.
    Cray Valley Paper Mills average 120 at home and will get the chance to host Charlton in a replay. Couldn’t ask for more evidence that replays are so crucial to these clubs than seeing the two (hopefully televised) non league clubs hosting League One giants
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    Replying to @Scarpenter_67 and @Ollie_Bayliss
    What the fuck are you on about?
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    Thinking of my dad today and every day. His liberation from the brutal Mitsushima camp wouldn't come until the 4th of September. His war never ended. The mental and physical scars were with him until the day he died. Remember Sgt Cliff Martin and his comrades. #VJDay75
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    Up to Kainsaiyok camp today where my dad begun his work on Death Railway after a long & tortuous journey from Singapore. Almost certainly this is a path he would have walked from the camp to work. I trod in his footsteps. I’m not a religious man but I could feel his presence.