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  Just Jenno

  by

  Jenno

  Copyright 2012

  ISBN 978 130143 0345

  Cover design and illustrations by

  Peter St John

  La Forge

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  P’raps yew know already, but there’s some novels wot ‘ave got me in ‘em. It weren’t me wot wrote ‘em; they was written by Peter St John, but since Oi ‘ad ter keep on a-joggin’ ‘is mem’ry, an’ tellin’ ‘im wot ter write, it were as good as. This is wot them novels are called:

  “Gang Territory”

  “Gang Warfare”

  “Gang Rivalry”

  “Gang Loyalty”

  “Gang Petition”

  “Gang Spies”

  and

  “Gang America”

  Yew c’n get ‘em in ebook and paperback versions from Amazon.

  If yew wanna know more about ‘em, but only if yew want, yew c’d ‘ave a look, at Peter St John’s website:

  www.peterstjohn.net

  There’s also moi blog:

  https://jennospot.blogspot.com

  But nobody don’t take much notice o’ that neither.

  03 August 2016

  Preface

  Oi ain't a Cockney, cripes yew'd better know.

  But Oi've been down ter Lunnun by Mary-le-Bow.

  Widdlin'ton village is where Oi 'ang out

  Wiv several gangs, about that there's no doubt.

  Racin' a soapbox is golden fer me

  An' moi yeller cart's called Emmeline P.

  Ain't luv jus' somefink wot's soppy an' mush?

  Oi keep well away, 'cos it makes moi cheeks blush.

  'Avin' a Territory is somefink yew c'n live wiv. Moi 'ouse is in the Pepper Mill Lane territory. Oi've marked it special fer yew.

  Yew c'd do worse'n ter visit Widdlin'ton on Peter St John’s website. Yew c'd do better an' all, but Oi don't know 'ow…

  The past must also be remembered by them wot weren't there…

  Whadda yew know? Peter St John's "Gang Territory" 'as been awarded the Book Readers Appreciation Group Medallion, an' cripes, It ain't even moi favorite "Gang" book!

  https://www.bragmedallion.com/medallion-honorees/2012/gang-territory

  Fight or submit. It were the same choice wot were facin’ Britian confonted wiv the Nazis in 1940. Them wot ‘ave made up their moinds ter fight will ‘ave little place fer ‘esitation, an’ little cause fer repentance.

  Freedom is a struggle, wot we all ‘ave ter do all the toime, against bein’ put inter chains.

  Independence depends on freedom. It’s up ter yew: Either yew do nuffink, or yew ‘elp one anovver ter get free. Yew’ve got a choice… Oi ‘ope…

  Ter be free, yew gotta always be fightin' against persecution.

  An' ovver fings too…

  It’s true! It's 'istorical! It’s written! It's even got a medallion! Yeah, an’ Oi know too ‘oo wrote it…

  https://www.peterstjohn.net/

  They say as 'ow common sense ain't got no heroines: That were before moi toime o' corse…

  When yew unnerstan’ somefink, it’s 'cos yew’ve brought some fings tergevver wot yew ‘adn’t never brought tergevver before. Yew know; loike wot Oi’m doin’ in this book.

  If'n yew really wanna understand, yew gotta 'ave a sense o' wonder.

  Some days are shadder, some days are light, but there ain't no shadder wivvout light.

  To find light yew've gotta look down inter the dark deeps of yerself, 'cos it’s in life’s darkest moments that yew sometimes find the brightest light…

  It don’t matter so much wot yew fink as how yew fink it. But better ter get wot yew fink from wot's livin' an' wot yew know, rather than from wot's dead an' wot yew believe, 'cos it ain't quite the same fing…

  If’n yew don’t know somefink, Oi reckon as 'ow it’s better ter admit it, than ter leap ter conclusions. Any’ow, that’s wot Oi conclude.

  It’s real amazin’ ‘ow far some people will go, ter make themselves ridiculous wiv misunderstandin’. Oi jus’ ‘ope Oi ain’t one of ‘em, loike Phoebe ‘ere…

  Nuffink ain’t simple, an’ nuffink ain’t easy; ‘cept jus’ ter be yerself. An’ even that’s ‘ard sometimes…

  It's real important in life ter communicate (cripes, there's a super word fer yew!) loike wiv broadcastin’. Even more important, is ter know when ter shut up…

  Oi reckon as 'ow it's important ter dream; even if’ the dream seems real stupid…

  Them wot really unnerstand love best are mostly them wot don't never 'ardly get any…

  Pride is at the bottom of a whole lotta mistakes. Oi ain't proud, so Oi don't make a lot o' mistakes. An' any'ow, Oi'm someone wot ain't negative, 'cos Oi fink that p'raps it c'd be, sorta maybe, there's a vague possibility that jus' conceivably Oi'm roight; loike always…

  The Colonel's got 'is territory. An’ loike me, ‘ee don’t often stray out of it, ‘cept when there’s an emergency. 'Ave yew got yours?

  Forge ahead terday, forge ahead termorrer, 'cos it's by goin' forwards that yew get ter 'appiness somewhere…

  When yew want ter make somefink (loike a soapbox cart) yew always find out real quick that yew gotta go against wot already exists… particularly ter make a reputation…

  When yew go extra 'ard against wot exists already, then yew're really makin' somefink; sometimes…

  Nuffink can't be made, wivvout destroyin' somefink else. It ain't sad; it's jus the way fings are…

  Let's jus' be simple an' accept the complexity of life…

  Science c’n explain lotsa fings. Even so, there’s a whole pile o’ stuff wot science can’t explain.

  Some people are so impressed by wot science can’t yet explain, that they fink it ain’t no good at all. That’s a pity, ‘cos it means they're missin' out on some real good stuff…

  We ‘ad a bit of a war in Widdlin’ton, an’ there are parents wot reckon as ‘ow Peter St. John’s book about it is too violent. Well, they would, wouldn’t they? Oi suppose it’s because livin’ is ephemeral an’ books ain’t so much; don’t yew fink?

  Whenever yew got gang warfare, yew'll foind injustice on one side or the ovver: mostly both. Moi gang is roight o'corse, 'cos Oi'm neutral…

  "No nation c'd 'ave shown more social cohesion than the British in 1940", says Bertrand Russell in 'is "Unpopular Essays". Cripes, ain't 'ee roight though?

 

  Miss Ufford's ready wiv 'er rattle ter warn of a gas attack…

  A Dornier 17 was shot down in Widdlington. Katy and Peter captured the pilot.

  Mostly it’s good ter be in ‘ot water. But sometimes, it ain’t…

  There's some people wot say as ‘ow gang loyalty don’t really exist. Cripes, they needn’t apply ter join moi gang! Well, it were moi gang in the beginnin’…

  Tongue energy is greatest, when thought is least…

  Yew don't win no wars by goin' on 'oliday…

  ‘Ope comes from within yerself. There ain’t no ovver real expectation, ‘cos if’n yew expect it ter come from outside, yew might jus’ as well give up ‘opin’ roight away.

  There's no place loike 'ome territory…

  Jenno’s back again!

  Did yew miss me? Never moind; better luck next toime…

  Foine weavver is real good. But if'n yew're 'appy, it don't matter none wevver the sun is shinin' or not…

  Who ain't affected by the weavver in their views an' opinions?

  A writer ought ter be a reader too. If'n Oi don't read, Oi feel deprived. Don’t yew?

  Luv is s
omefink wot Oi don't unnerstan' too good. It comes from Oi dunno where; an' it finishes Oi dunno 'ow. Oi reckon it's jus' bein' silly tergevver…

  It ain't so much bein' as wot counts as becomin'. D'yew reckon as 'ow Oi'm becomin'?

  Oi don't wanna carry the weight of ovver people's expectations. Cripes, Oi got enough ter do a-carryin' moi own…

  We reckon we're all good finkers. Cripes, Oi reckon Oi am! But do we make up our own thoughts or do they come from wot surrounds us?

  Any'ow, it ain’t the finkin' as’ wot’s so important; it’s first the finkin’, an’ then the doin’…

  Ain't life beautifully bizarre?

  A discussion group ain't made up of them wot listen, but of them wot wait their turn ter talk; if'n they wait at all, that is…

  Golfball reckons as ‘ow yew oughtta know about a product afore yew endorse it…

  Peter sometimes reckons as ‘ow ‘ee don’t belong in the present cent’ry, but since ‘ee’s ‘ere, ‘ee’d better make the most of it…

  Oi reckon as 'ow too much religion chokes up the brain, ‘cos when someone believes, they don’t believe they believe; they know. An’ when they don’t believe, they believe they don’t believe; they know they don't know. Aw cripes…

  It ain’t no good ter go runnin’ after ‘appiness, ‘cos it mostly comes sneakin’ up when yew don’t really expect it…

  Yeah, well it’s probably ‘ealthier ter be a non-smoker…

  Sometimes, there ain’t no splash…

  Stay young: be loike Tommy an’ read…

  Cripes, don't we live in a world full o’ folly? Any’ow, we seem ter ‘ave survived; up ter now at any rate…

  Wanna make the acquaintance o' an American-style gangster? 'Ee's in "Gang Rivalry", an' 'ee's pretty tough.

  Watch out for "Airpump" ! He's tough, but his boss is even tougher.

  This 'ere's Sunny. 'Ee's a gangster, but 'ee ain't very tough. 'Ee ain't very bright neither…

  It ain't good ter put water in the petrol tank. Flat tyres ain't too good neither. But cripes, wot would yew 'ave done?

  Unless yew love Truth, yew won’t ‘ardly never recognize it. That’s the truth; believe me…

  Yew c'n believe wotever yew loike; an' cripes, it moight even be true!

  Itchyprick ain’t no reader; ‘ee’s jus’ collectin’ books fer the paper salvage.

  Do yer work as though it were play; dance as though nobody ain’t watchin’; laugh as though nobody weren’t listenin’; play marbles as though it were it yer last game; love as though nobody ain’t never ‘urt yew; live as though yew lived in Widdlin’ton…

  Yeah, well, most fings don’t ‘ardly ever turn out the way yew really expect, do they?

  Penny ain’t never been ter London. Yew c'n go there if'n yew want wiv a Gang Petition:

  There ain’t no future. There never was no future; ‘cos it’s NOW!

  Sometoimes moi bruvver gets ‘oppin mad. Dunno why!

  Sometoimes fings go wiv a bang; an’ then sometimes, they don’t…

  Terday, Oi'm a bluestockin' intellectual…

  Doin’ handstand irrigates the brain…

  It ain’t a good idea ter make pumpkin pancakes wiv an ‘ammer. Even Dummy knows that…

  If'n yew "loike" somefink jus' because somebody asks yew to, it don't mean nuffink, 'cos ter mean somefink it 'as ter be spontaneous (cripes, ain't that a luvly word?). D'yew loike me? Don't answer that!

  Independence depends on recognizin' dependence on ovvers…

  Life is wantin' an' willin'; go fer it, while it's still there…

  Ev'rybody counts; even them wot come in last…

  Cripes, why ain't soapbox racin' an Olympic sport?

  Yew can't win no races wiv a wonky wheel.

  Be different: be yerself…

  Oi know 'oo Oi am; an' it ain't jus' moi noime. Wot about yew?

  Yew wanna reach the sky? Then foller yer star…

  A skylark is champagne wiv fevvers.

  Nobody ain’t pinnin’ nuffink stupid on me…

  There's lotsa fings about me wot are unknown; even by me!

  Take toime ter live; take toime ter fink about fings, an' yew'll see an' feel everyfink as fully as wot it's possible ter do.

  Some people reckon as ‘ow there's a whole lotta moral stuff, wot depends on theological beliefs. They're entitled ter their point o’ view, but Oi reckon as 'ow there's ovver ways o' lookin' at fings wot don't make so much trouble…

  Dogma don’t need no intelligence. All it needs is them wot lead, an’ them wot foller after, loike ol' Stinky 'ere. Bein’ dogmatic ain’t democratic. Yew’d better believe it, ‘cos it’s me wot says it.

  If somefink ‘as got “ology” or “ism” after it, then yew’d better go at it real careful loike.

  As fer mesself, moi methodology is individualism, Wot about yew? Besides, moi theology comes wiv a good dose o’ skepticism.

  If'n yew wonder at fings, yew'll begin ter unnerstand 'em…

  Wisdom springs from wonder.

  Cripes, ev'ryone's a philosopher in their 'eart, even Peter…

  We've all gotta use a lot o' imagination; 'cos them sort o' people, loike scientists, wot c’n easily make a logical connection between fings, ain’t very common…

  Inspiration is breavin' in. It's 'ealthy, only don't do it too quick or yew'll likely choke. Expiration is somefink else again. Oi don't really recommend it, 'cept in extremis…

  It ain’t so much wot yew've got outside wot counts, as wot yew've got inside – loike wiv Dummy ‘ere…

  There are lotsa ups an' downs in life, don't yew fink?

  Oi reckon as 'ow we all enjoy lookin' at pretty pictures, loike this one of The Street in Widdlin'ton, but a picture ain't the real fing. Feel wot's real when yew're there…

  Now we're goin' away fer a little while. Ta ta fer now…