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Saturday night at 8 o'clock found me not at the films however at the Cinema Museum, a near the Oval cricket ground in South London, located in a former workhouse which was quickly home to the young Charlie Chaplin after his mom fell on difficult times.

Truth be informed, I hardly ever venture south of the river. As Dave, from the Winchester Club, alerted Arthur Daley: 'Lot of really wicked individuals' in Sarf Lunnon.

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

George was checking out from his collection of brief stories embeded in the 1950s, when he was maturing in post-war Bradford. They're magnificently written, warm, funny, evocative, a slice of history, a working-class variation of Richmal Crompton's Just William experiences.

The storylines are based upon the trials and adversities of a young 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 since 1975 and discovered its way on to the school curriculum, where it stays today.

I can't help wondering, though, how often these remarkable texts are utilized in class these days, in between instructors stuffing their students' little heads with fashionable far-Left propaganda about 'white benefit', manifest destiny and, of course, environment modification.

The kids in the monochrome school photo which formed the background to George's reading were definitely white, however no one might have explained them as fortunate. Those were the days when 'austerity' suggested living from hand to mouth, not having to go for a fundamental 50in flat screen TV, rather of a 65in OLED Ultra model, and just being able to pay for an iPhone 14 instead of the newest all-singing, all-dancing AI variation.

Child hardship was genuine, bread-and-dripping, holes-in-your-shoes things, not dining on Deliveroo and reluctantly wearing last season's Nike fitness instructors.

Until the digital/social media revolution, kids acquired their knowledge primarily from books, writes Littlejohn

In the 1950s, children experienced genuine challenge, not the poverty of aspiration and creativity which blights this generation, through no fault of their own. Today, kids live by means of their smart phones, instead of roaming totally free and experiencing life to the complete.

Until the digital/social media transformation, kids gained their knowledge mostly from books. Yes, TV played a huge function, as did the films, however nowhere near the supremacy of TikTok and other apps offering immediate gratification in byte-sized chunks.

And how can squinting at the most recent CGI generated smash hit on a cellular phone a few inches wide ever compare with the type of old-school, big screen, Technicolor and Cinemascope, best-out-of-Hollywood experience celebrated at the Cinema Museum?

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

One of the most dismal things I have actually read recently was the author Anthony Horowitz bemoaning the fact that his 300-page books are far too long to engage the much shorter attention periods of today's kids.

No surprise kid, and undoubtedly adult, literacy levels have actually plummeted amazingly. All this has actually contributed to the shocking discovery that white, working class pupils - young boys in specific - are being left behind. Even Labour's Education Secretary Bridget Phillipson has been forced to confess they have been 'betrayed' by the modern-day schools system.

They suffer from an absence of parental involvement and following scarceness of goal. The white, working class boy in George Layton's stories definitely didn't suffer any parental overlook from his imperious mum. Nor did he lack imagination or aspiration.

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

Literacy is the best present we can bestow on any child. My grannies taught me to check out before I went to school, setting me on the early road to a fulfilling career at the wordface instead of the relative drudgery of the workplace.

George Layton is considering taking his one-man program on the roadway, to little provincial theatres. I've got a better concept.

If the Education Secretary desires to reverse the betrayal of white, working class kids she might start by choosing up the phone and inviting George to tour schools, reading from his brief stories.

I truthfully think that if they could be convinced to search for from their mobiles for an hour, they 'd be enthralled and inspired by the adventures of a young kid not that different to them, regardless of the distance in years.

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

When they're not tasering one-legged 92-year-old guys or nicking people for posting hurty words on the web, the cops are progressively taking second tasks to supplement their earnings.

Some are working as painters and designers, others as scaffolders nand shipment motorists. More intriguingly, second jobs likewise consist of 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 shop needs to take the biscuit.

It's also reported that some officers are working as supermarket checkout assistants. I don't expect there's any danger of them nicking a few thiefs.

Mind how you go.

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First the frogs, now the octopuses
The prohibited migrant armada crossing the Channel daily might end up being the least of our problems. We now find out that a fleet of foreign octopuses from the Med is feasting on crab stocks off the coast of Devon and Cornwall and threatening to put local anglers out of company.

It's bad enough French trawlers hoovering up our fish without migrant molluscs assisting themselves to what's left.

We're also informed that parakeets from India and Pakistan are an 'unstoppable invasive species' having actually escaped into the wild and are colonising cities as far afield as Plymouth and Aberdeen. No doubt we'll be putting them up in the nearby Holiday Inn eventually.

And that's before I get to the buzzard that's been dive-bombing children in a school play ground in Romford, Essex. Where the hell did that originated from?

We have actually got enough difficulty with home-grown Stuka-style pigeons without importing kamikaze buzzards.

Take Labour's 'aspiration' to spend a worthless three per cent of GDP on defence by the year 2525 with a shovel-load of Maldon's finest. The way Rachel From Complaints is taxing the economy to death, there will not be any GDP left in a couple of years' time. And 3 per cent of things all is still pack all.