It was the summer of 1976 and England baked under the scorching sun, but James Fisher was hoping for rain. School holidays had just begun and James wanted nothing more than to hang around the house. He had no friends in the crescent, no one to hang around or make a joke with. His brother had friends, but he also had spots and greasy hair, and James would trade all the friends in the world not to be afflicted by the teenager’s disease!
A plastic ball crashes into the garage door outside of his house; it was the resident gang of bullies just waiting to pick on anyone that didn’t hang around with them. Furmidge, the local hard nut, would be there, eagerly anticipating a chance to beat on any innocent kid that walked by.
James faces up to his enemy on the battlefields of the makeshift football pitch and manages to land a single blow, before they chase him down and beat him. Only a timely intervention from an old lady saves him from certain death. As she drags him back to her dilapidated old shack James realises that he could be in more trouble than before. It was the bird witch that saved him. A known boy-eater. James pleads for his life and passes out.
This is the story of James Fisher. It’s a tale of friendship, bravery, curiosity, first love, literature and music; seen through the eyes of a young man who is infatuated with a beautiful girl. It’s a journey of discovery, of faith and trust, of loss and reflection and of wonder and joy. But mostly, it’s a story of living and learning; and to learn you need a teacher, and in this case, a mad old crow…
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