Geoffrey & Gregory: What's gone gets forgotten #17

[A brief history of me in less than 200 words.]

Geoffrey & Gregory  

Geoffrey lived next door to our flat, and Gregory lived on the other side.  Both were about my age, and we all became friends.  Geoffrey was a rather large, Just William type of character, with chubby red cheeks, and a portly belly even at that young age.  He used

to ride around on a three wheeled tricycle with a huge box on the back, which usually contained sweets or chocolates given to him by his Mum.  Once, when I was playing with Geoffrey in his flat; we went into his bedroom, and there on the side was a huge bowl of sugar, which he informed me he liked to have a spoonful from! 

     Gregory’s parents were from the West Indies, and sadly when his Mum died; he and his Dad moved back to Jamaica to be close to the rest of the family.  Before they left, they gave me Gregory’s go cart.  It was a fantastic toy; totally made from metal; a replica of a 1930s racing car.  I drove it around out the front of the flats at Heston Grange until eventually the axel wore its way through the chassis of the car, and it fell apart.      

Not a photo of me I'm afraid, but you get the idea.