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Saturday night at eight o'clock discovered me not at the movies but at the Cinema Museum, a concealed gem near the Oval cricket ground in South London, situated in a former workhouse which was quickly home to the young Charlie Chaplin after his mother fell on tough times.

Truth be informed, I hardly ever endeavor south of the river. As Dave, from the Winchester Club, cautioned Arthur Daley: 'Lot of really wicked people' in Sarf Lunnon.

Coincidentally, the celebration was a one-man show by my old mate George Layton, actor, director, scriptwriter, author, whose finest hour - a minimum of to my mind - was playing Des, the dodgy car mechanic in Minder.

George read from his collection of short stories embeded in the 1950s, when he was maturing in post-war Bradford. They're perfectly written, warm, funny, expressive, a slice of history, a working-class variation of Richmal Crompton's Just William experiences.

The stories are based upon the trials and adversities of a kid being raised by a single mother - a non-traditional household life at that time, sadly only too common today. The Fib And Other Stories has actually been in print given that 1975 and discovered its way on to the school curriculum, where it remains today.

I can't assist wondering, however, how frequently these glorious texts are used in class nowadays, in between instructors stuffing their students' little heads with stylish far-Left propaganda about 'white opportunity', colonialism and, of course, environment change.

The kids in the monochrome school photograph which formed the backdrop to George's reading were certainly white, but no one could have explained them as fortunate. Those were the days when 'austerity' suggested living from hand to mouth, not having to go for a basic 50in flat screen TV, instead of a 65in OLED Ultra design, and just being able to pay for an iPhone 14 instead of the most current all-singing, all-dancing AI version.

Child poverty was real, bread-and-dripping, holes-in-your-shoes things, not dining on Deliveroo and unwillingly wearing last season's Nike trainers.

Until the digital/social media transformation, kids acquired their knowledge mostly from books, writes Littlejohn

In the 1950s, authentic challenge, not the poverty of aspiration and imagination which blights this generation, through no fault of their own. Today, kids live via their mobile phones, rather of roaming complimentary and experiencing life to the full.

Until the digital/social media transformation, children acquired their knowledge primarily from books. Yes, TV played a big function, as did the films, however nowhere near the domination of TikTok and other apps using pleasure principle in byte-sized pieces.

And how can squinting at the most recent CGI generated blockbuster on a cellphone a few inches large ever compare with the sort of old-school, cinema, Technicolor and Cinemascope, best-out-of-Hollywood experience commemorated at the Cinema Museum?

It can't. Just as the very best images are said to be on the radio, even better photos can be found in the printed word.

Among the most dismal things I have actually read just recently was the author Anthony Horowitz complaining the fact that his 300-page books are far too long to engage the shorter attention periods these days's children.

No wonder child, and certainly adult, literacy levels have actually plunged alarmingly. All this has actually contributed to the shocking revelation that white, working class students - boys in specific - are being left. Even Labour's Education Secretary Bridget Phillipson has actually been required to confess they have been 'betrayed' by the modern-day schools system.

They struggle with a lack of parental involvement and consequent paucity of goal. The white, working class boy in George Layton's stories certainly didn't suffer any adult neglect from his aggressive mum. Nor did he do not have imagination or aspiration.

Education was the escape of poverty. It produced eloquent wordsmiths like George, in post-war Bradford - and our own dear Keith Waterhouse, late of this parish, who matured in poverty in close-by pre-war Leeds.

Literacy is the biggest present we can bestow on any kid. My grannies taught me to check out before I went to school, setting me on the early road to a fulfilling career at the wordface rather than the relative drudgery of the workplace.

George Layton is considering taking his one-man program on the road, to little provincial theatres. I've got a much better idea.

If the Education Secretary desires to reverse the betrayal of white, working class kids she might begin by selecting up the phone and welcoming George to visit schools, checking out from his narratives.

I honestly believe that if they could be encouraged to search for from their mobiles for an hour, they 'd be enthralled and influenced by the experiences of a young kid not that different to them, in spite of the distance in years.

You never know, there might even be another Charlie Chaplin amongst them.

When they're not tasering one-legged 92-year-old guys or nicking individuals for posting hurty words on the internet, the cops are significantly taking sidelines to supplement their earnings.

Some are working as painters and decorators, others as scaffolders nand delivery chauffeurs. More intriguingly, second jobs also consist of a DJ (PC Hammer, anyone?) and a reiki trainer, whatever that is.

My favourites are beekeeper and kickboxing coach, although the copper running a tea shop needs to take the biscuit.

It's also reported that some officers are working as grocery store checkout assistants. I don't expect there's any danger of them nicking a couple of shoplifters.

Mind how you go.

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