Before the internet, social media, British Telecom and mobile phones there was the mighty GPO. The General Post Office had a virtual monopoly on all forms of communication. One in every twenty of the working population worked for this arm of the civil service.
In 1968 having stacked shelves at Tesco and failed in my great ambition to be a rock and roll star, I became one of them, joining as a postman aged 18. By the age of twenty I had a wife and three children to support and was living on a huge council estate in Slough. This book records working class life in the 1970’s, my early involvement with the trade union movement and the tragedy that stalked my sister, orphaned in her teens and widowed in her twenties.
‘Please, Mister Postman’ won the National Book Club’s “Biography of the Year” award.