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Saturday night at 8 o'clock discovered me not at the films however at the Cinema Museum, a hidden gem near the Oval cricket ground in South London, situated in a previous workhouse which was briefly home to the young Charlie Chaplin after his mom fell on difficult times.

Truth be informed, I hardly ever endeavor south of the river. As Dave, from the Winchester Club, warned Arthur Daley: 'Great deal of really wicked individuals' in Sarf Lunnon.

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

George was reading from his collection of short stories set in the 1950s, when he was growing up in post-war Bradford. They're wonderfully 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 boy being raised by a single mom - a non-traditional domesticity at that time, unfortunately just too typical today. The Fib And Other Stories has remained in print given that 1975 and discovered its method on to the school curriculum, where it remains today.

I can't help wondering, however, how frequently these remarkable texts are used in class nowadays, in between teachers packing their pupils' little heads with fashionable far-Left propaganda about 'white advantage', manifest destiny and, obviously, climate modification.

The kids in the monochrome school picture which formed the background to George's reading were certainly white, but nobody could have described them as fortunate. Those were the days when 'austerity' suggested living from hand to mouth, not having to opt for a basic 50in flat screen TV, rather of a 65in OLED Ultra model, and just being able to manage an iPhone 14 instead of the most recent all-singing, all-dancing AI version.

Child hardship was real, bread-and-dripping, holes-in-your-shoes stuff, not dining on Deliveroo and reluctantly wearing last season's Nike trainers.

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

In the 1950s, kids experienced authentic difficulty, not the poverty of ambition and creativity which blights this generation, through no fault of their own. Today, kids live by means of their cellphones, instead of wandering free and experiencing life to the complete.

Until the digital/social media revolution, children gained their knowledge primarily from books. Yes, TV played a huge role, as did the motion pictures, however nowhere near the dominance of TikTok and other apps using instant gratification in byte-sized chunks.

And how can squinting at the most recent CGI generated hit on a cellular phone a few inches broad ever compare to the sort of old-school, cinema, Technicolor and Cinemascope, best-out-of-Hollywood experience commemorated at the Cinema Museum?

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

Among the most things I've checked out recently was the author Anthony Horowitz complaining the reality that his 300-page books are far too long to engage the much shorter attention periods of today's kids.

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

They struggle with a lack of adult participation and following paucity of goal. The white, working class boy in George Layton's stories definitely didn't suffer any adult disregard from his imperious mum. Nor did he lack imagination or aspiration.

Education was the method out of hardship. It produced significant wordsmiths like George, in post-war Bradford - and our own dear Keith Waterhouse, late of this parish, who grew up in poverty in neighboring pre-war Leeds.

Literacy is the greatest present we can bestow on any child. My grannies taught me to read before I went to school, setting me on the early road to a satisfying career at the wordface instead of the relative drudgery of the work environment.

George Layton is thinking about taking his one-man program on the road, to small provincial theatres. I have actually got a better idea.

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

I honestly think that if they might be convinced to search for from their mobiles for an hour, they 'd be enthralled and inspired by the experiences of a young boy not that different to them, in spite of the range in decades.

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

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

Some are working as painters and decorators, others as scaffolders nand shipment motorists. More intriguingly, 2nd jobs likewise include a DJ (PC Hammer, anybody?) and a reiki trainer, whatever that is.

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

It's likewise reported that some officers are working as supermarket checkout assistants. I do not suppose there's any threat of them nicking a few thiefs.

Mind how you go.

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