Growing up in post World War II Manchester was a different world to the one Benalla’s Peter Cliffe lives today.
“I used to have what is called the box room in our house,” Mr Cliffe said.
“It’s the smallest room in the house, just big enough for a bed.
“One day I went to open the window and the whole thing fell out onto the ground below.
“The glass, the frame, the lot. In those days you’d get a backhander for slamming the door.
“How would I explain this to mum?
“Then there was the time I opened the door of the local church and found hundreds of World War II helmets.
“I thought, I could sell these. The next thing we knew the police were going around the street asking who stole the helmets.
“Stole? I found them?”
A few years back Mr Cliffe realised he had hundreds of interesting stories like this, and decided he’d try his hand at writing them up and collating them in a book.
“We came over to Australia when I was nine,“ he said.
“Within weeks I’d managed to get myself run over by the old ice truck.”
When chatting to Mr Cliffe he is always breaking into a new story.
However, rather than share them all here, why not pick up a copy of the book Nobody? That’s me.
You can buy a copy, or find out more, by visiting @nobodythatsmebook on Facebook.