"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
This is an evocative memoir of Liverpool in the summer of 1969, as seen through the eyes of eleven-year-old Deejay. Infused with a distinctive Scouse sense of humour, this book tells the story of how Deejay filled his summer holiday having adventures (and misadventures) with his mischievous gang of young friends and working at Wellington Dairy, the family-owned, horse-drawn milk business located in the Liverpool suburb of Garston. Deejay intends to be the next in a long line of dairy famers and sets about learning as much as he can about the family business. However, unbeknown to him, plans are already being made for the elder members of the family to retire and for the business to be sold. Amusing and entertaining, surprising and sometimes moving, Deejay's account vividly captures one boy's growing appreciation of the family history that preceded him and a growing understanding of his place in the world. Key to that understanding is the very special relationship that can exist between a boy and his dad.
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