|MJA in all his finery. Now at peace|
RIP Malcolm Armstrong
54 years ago today Coronation Street was broadcast for the first time. Ena Sharples, Elsie Tanner, and Ken Barlow all strut their stuff just off Quay Street in central Manchester.
Sat around black & white 13 inch tellies throughout the land, and most avidly north of the Trent, we witnessed the birth of a soap that reflected, and continues to reflect current issues.
My big brother died last Wednesday.
He was one of those viewers, and never missed a subsequent episode. We spent hours on the phone discussing its issues.
Until, sadly, this week, when Malcolm died in a Canterbury hospice.
Malcolm Joseph Armstrong met his maker at quarter to six on Wednesday December 3rd.
He will have been met at the pearly gates by children Stephanie and James, Mammy, and beautiful Eileen.
By chance I’ve had a spate of silent phone calls since his death, as yer do, but I’d like to think they were from my big brother, beyond the pearly gates, trying to get in touch to tell me that he is now at peace, reunited with his loving family.
From the South Yorkshire coalfield where you were born, to Huddersfield, Beeston and then Ramsgate, the rover has now returned to God’s loving arms.
I love you my big brother.