mom remembers the invalids on aston rd beggin ,singing,trying to make music,holding out makeshift boxes for money,some had arms legs eyes missing,dressed in rags,my grandad was a bit of a bullybut if he was on the coal cart a few bags would fall off same as if he was carrying beer,i am not surprised if he was related to dick turpin.the beggars of today only have themselves to to blame,the beggars of 1918 t0 30(most were dead by then)were completly different ,these deserved help they never got from a country who soon forgot the enourmous sacrifice they made ,these who so willingly went to be slaughtered and maimed on a wave of patriotism that will never ever be experienced again,i am fiercly proud of the the lambs that went to slaughter but not the butchers who sent them,after all these years tears still swell up whenever its talked about or i see the films of the conflict