CORONABOBS ISOLATION DAY 149 – Diary of a Self-Isolator 18.8.2020 BLOG 20th August 2020

CORONABOBS ISOLATION DAY 149 – Diary of a Self-Isolator Tuesday 18th August 2020

Even though I longed to get away on Summer Holiday, I was 14years old before I went on my first seaside holiday or any holiday for one week. And even that was courtesy of the Inner Wheel Club.

I had been for four-day trips to the East Coast, three to Skegness and one to Cleethorpes in my whole life prior to that.

But I loved my school August holidays.

For most of them and certainly from August 1957 (the year my dad left us) I spent them going to my grandma and grandad’s every day because my mum had to go to work.

 In those days my grandma and grandad had two morning papers, one evening paper and lots of magazines delivered from the newsagents. It was not that they were rich. Newspapers and magazines were so very cheap, and everyone did the same.

The daily newspapers were a local one and a national one, The Daily Mirror. I have always had a passion for newspapers and the newspaper industry.

I loved getting to grandma’s, about 8.30am and once grandad had finished reading the Daily Mirror, I couldn’t wait to read it.

Their photographs of the news were so vivid. I remember them doing shock issues like about Road Accidents to try and shock readers into cutting road accidents. The photographs were horrific. But I loved their cartoons too. There was Andy Capp. Very sexist definitely not acceptable today. Then there was Darby and Joan, Useless Eustace and Jane. I loved them all.

But during August they ran this brilliant feature that I loved, and which caught my imagination. They had this guy called Chalkie White (named after Andy Capp’s pal) and he would be in a different seaside town every day. Readers were challenged to find him and go up to him with a Daily Mirror under their arm and challenge him and say something like “You are Chalkie White I claim my five pounds.” And they would win a £5 note.

This so fired up my summer holiday dream. During my August Summer Holiday, each morning I would look to see if Chalkie had been caught the previous day. I would then look to see where he was that day. Blackpool, Brighton, Newquay, Eastbourne, Skegness. I would check out where that was in grandma’s atlas of Great Britain and also in Uncle Joe’s RAC Gazette of Town’s. I would then daydream of what it would be like to be holidaying at that destination and searching for Chalkie White.

It excited me to think of touring the country like Chalkie White. A different seaside place every day or just being away on holiday. I would think through what it must be like staying away at a seaside town on holiday. I imagined staying in a caravan or a B&B. I found a hotel a bit too ostentatious. I would then imagine searching for and finding Chalkie White and thinking about what I would do with the nice new crisp £5 note. £5 was a lot of money in those days, I could never remember having a £5 note except for when I drew my money out of the bank to buy my record player.

Then finally I would imagine I was Chalkie White and think of what I would do to try and lie low and avoid people seeing me.

To me Chalkie White was my hero, the Father Christmas of August Summer Holidays, and his adventures made up the excitement for us not going away and became the memories of my Childhood Summer Holidays.

A couple of years ago I was surprised when the Guardian newspaper ran a feature about Chalkie White. It is too lengthy to include today, I’ll show you that tomorrow.

Today I finally got back to reading, something I have been trying to do for weeks. We then watched the incredible Owen family tackle the January / February storms in ‘Our Yorkshire Farm’. Wonderful TV.





If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present.-Lao Tzu


Happiness is…the British seaside in August


Just burned 2,000 calories…Just burned 2,000 calories…

That’s the last time I leave brownies in the oven while I nap! That’s the last time I leave brownies in the oven while I nap!


Love is…the deliciousness of shared sleep

5 Things To Be Grateful For During Lockdown/Coronavirus

We are grateful  Lockdown gives us  a time…

  1. A time to be forced into stay at home summer holiday…A time to go away to the seaside for Summer Holiday
  2. A time not to find Chalkie White…A time to find Chalkie White.
  3. A time to be Chalkie White…A time to be a holidaymaker
  4. A time to holiday in Blackpool…A time to holiday in Skegness
  5. A time to holiday at Brighton…A time to holiday at Clacton on Sea


DAY 136        16 Times – 144 Feet              Cumulative Total 20,259 Feet


  1. San Franciscan Nights Eric Burdon 3:51
  2. Happy Together The Turtles 2:54
  3. Heart Full Of Soul The Yardbirds 2:29

©2020 Phil M Robinson