Me and Bluey

This is one from my youth, growing up in Middleton, Leeds, with Bluey, my pet pigeon. My parents couldn't afford a parrot for me so I had to make do with Bluey, although dad assured me he had some parrot blood in him. (That's Bluey, not dad.) At this age my ambitions were quite simple: leave school as soon as possible; own a pigeon loft with racing pigeons; become a speedway rider. I failed on all counts, but a character in one of the stories is a gold-smuggling speedway rider.