[George laments the demise of Liverpool's docks and reminisces about the working life he knew and lost
It just seems like soddin' yesterday. The mid-day gun. The women sandstoning the steps and the flags. And the little kids flitting alley-o. They say that memories live longer than dreams. But *my* dreams - those dreams of long ago - they still give me hope and faith in my class. I can't believe that there's no hope. Can't!