Sowerbutt's Clacton

Rosetta smiled. “Your Mr Churchill, he takes his invasion seriously. All non-essential civilians were evacuated from Clacton last year. All sorts of army here – gunners, infantry, pioneers. Most of the hotels and B&Bs have army staying, very few outside visitors these days. They’ve taken over Butlins holiday camp as a barracks."
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Sowerbutt's Silverspoons

“Where did the Blackshirts fit in?” Sowerbutt asked. “The only lot who supported us, old boy. Some of the NFU – that’s the farmers’ union – were helpful, but the rest stayed out of it. Went along to the local Tories and told them they were a disgrace. Bunch of silverspoons with their fine estates."

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Sowerbutt's Riot

 “The nonsense started eventually, the bully-boy bailiffs came in with warrants and began throwing their weight around, seizing goods," Manningtree said. "They marched into the markets at Bury, waved a piece of paper in the air and started loading up their lorries with pigs and cattle. Nearly started a riot, I almost hit one of the bastards myself but the constables were there."

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Sowerbutt's Anger

Manningtree bit into a cream custard. “Tithe Wars? A damn disgrace, old boy. The tithe-owners, mostly civilians who’d bought them out but a few Anglicans, trying to squeeze blood out of a stone. Middle of a depression, corn prices were down 30% and the cost of labour and supplies sky-high. People couldn’t pay, good people." 
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Sowerbutt's Campaign

The profits from Manningtree’s introduction of commercial pig farming kept him in comfort and contributed to the Blackshirts’ campaign during the Tithe Wars in the early 1930s. The Special Branch office in Harwich had three cuttings from the East Anglia Daily Times, recording his support for the British Union of Fascists.
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Sowerbutt's Prisoners

“A welcome problem, Majesty, is where to place the thousands of Italian prisoners. We are capturing hundreds at a time,” Churchill said. “Some are being brought here to fill the gaps on our farms. Most will be sent to the dominions. In years to come when Mussolini is long forgotten, these boys may help us populate the vast reaches of the Empire.”

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Sowerbutt's Sinking

“Thank you, Prime Minister. A most succinct report,” King George said. “We are most pleased by the attacks on the Admiral Hipper at Brest. One less Jerry ship would be welcome. The Brylcreem Boys have done well."
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Sowerbutt's Warning

Bending down to Billy Kidd, Missionary whispered: “Count yourself lucky, sunshine, remember your Captain Kidd was hanged just down the road. Touch the Family’s stuff again and it is a bullet and The River.”

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Sowerbutt's Fun

With drinkers from the Five Bells and Bladebone and nearby pubs spilling out to watch the fun, the fighting was over in minutes; the Kidd brothers lying groaning on the pavement, battered, bruised and bloodied.
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Sowerbutt's Fight

Billy Kidd’s face turned white when he saw Missionary’s Webley revolver pointing at him. He turned to run, shouting at his brother. Two of Missionary’s lads were waiting behind them, coshes in hand. Johnnie Kidd threw a wild punch at Missionary, signalling the start of a short free-for-all.

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Sowerbutt's School

Polly said: “This is a very special school and you are special children. Some of you have lost loved ones but they would want you to do your best, to make something of your lives. You have some great teachers and everybody here is supporting you. One big family.” Punching her fist into the air, she shouted “Poplar Free School is the best.” 

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Sowerbutt's Ruse

Churchill growled. “Your ruses are paying off, Brendan. My golden geese at Bletchley tell me that Jerry troops are on the move from France to Romania. The code on a priorityWehrmacht order to acquire as many horses as possible by whatever means has also been partially broken.” Bracken blew a plume of smoke into the air. “The clock is ticking, Prime Minister. London will survive.”

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Sowerbutt's Propaganda

“These new opinion polls that US newspapers are carrying say most Americans believe we will be invaded in March. That will open the pockets of the Morgans and the Rothschilds. Private loans will cover us,” Brendan Bracken said. Churchill sipped his glass of Hine. “Perhaps so, dear boy. The Cousins are being hoodwinked by your Invasion propaganda. You are doing a splendid job.”

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Sowerbutt's Egg

Polly said: "The repository is a good business. We’re accumulating quite an art collection. You’ll never guess what turned up the other day.” Sowerbutt shrugged his shoulders. “A Faberge egg. Remember the Russian emperor, or whatever he was, had them.”

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Sowerbutt's Shooter

Sowerbutt pushed the barrel of his shooter into McGaskie’s cheek. “Why should I believe a word of your nonsense, McGaskie? You promise this, you promise that. I need information.” His hand connected with McGaskie’s face with a loud smack. 

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Sowerbutt's Tripe

Panda and One-Line were keeping an eye on the day’s activities. Housewives with shopping bags were queuing outside a butcher’s; word had spread like wildfire that he had had an off-ration delivery of dressed tripe.
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Sowerbutt's Supplies

Jack Shakes sipped his coffee. “Ay-yay-yay, where do you get these items from? You are a merchandise magician in these difficult times. I suppose I’d better be nice to you.”

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Sowerbutt's Tailor

The dapper little man with brilliantined hair threw his hands up. “You fancied a coffee. I have two apprentices to chase, orders to do, cloth to buy and deliveries to make. Is my shop a café? Do you see a sign outside, saying Shakes snack bar?” Sowerbutt laughed; he always enjoyed his visits to the tailor’s shop.

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Sowerbutt's Threat

The ex-docker’s eyes narrowed as he pulled a knife from his jacket. “I’ll have you, you dirty bastard. No man paws me. I’ll gut you here and now and dance on your grave.” A deathly hush spread across the bar. 

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Sowerbutt's Fight

Buffalo flung his arm in front of McGaskie as the red-faced bruiser rose from the bar table in the Hospital Tavern. Seconds earlier, McGaskie had kissed his shaved head, spluttering at the taste of surgical spirits. 
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