When Dad got home from work I asked him if he had seen him in anything before. John Thaw! I was so pleased to now know what he was called, same first name as my Dad. There it was! His name in black and white, the name I was looking for. It was a good way to forget the pain I was in, as the film was rather long for a 12 year old, but I didn't mind! His character's name was Bosworth so I had to keep repeating it over and over again to myself till the film ended so I wouldn't forget. I told her when she pointed him out to me that it wasn't him, so I had to wait until the end of the film to find out his name. I asked Mum who he was, but she thought I was talking about Tom Courtney, which being his film, was understandable. I was so chuffed, even though he had a Liverpool accent, I had to find out more about this young man and where he came from. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and thought he was wonderful the way he expressed himself without words as to what he was thinking and feeling.īut then he spoke to the man he was handcuffed to, and he was a northern lad. It didn't mean anything at the time to a 12 year old, but it soon would.Īs I sat on a chair with my bad leg on a stool, I was transfixed by the young man I was watching, who was handcuffed to another man beside him in the back of a van. One particular afternoon in May, changed my life forever because being screened was ' The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner'. As I was in such dreadful pain and couldn't walk, or go to school, my Mum would let me watch films on TV in the afternoon to try and take my mind off all the pain and discomfort I was in. In 1973, I was at home, having come out of hospital where I'd been for nearly two years with Tuberculosis in my hip, which I got in 1968, and this was the second time of recovering from hospital.
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