I knew Dawsey extremely well in the 1950s. He was alovely man. He was a great raconteur of risque stories spellbinding to teenage lads. He was of that time and it was a privilege to have know him. He was the village cobbler situated in a small shack next to the school yard entrance.
I knew Dawsey extremely well in the 1950s. He was alovely man. He was a great raconteur of risque stories spellbinding to teenage lads. He was of that time and it was a privilege to have know him. He was the village cobbler situated in a small shack next to the school yard entrance.
And enjoyed a game of Snooker down the Institute when I was a lad.