She'd go out begging. Well, truth to tell, we'd go out begging. You know the deal — 'Got any spare change, mister?' — 'Got the price of a cuppa, missus?' Only, me being the size I was, even as a kid, I wasn't much good at it.¶ 'Get a proper job,' they'd say to me. 'Get a job down the mines.' Or the building site. The worst one was, 'What's the matter, you run away from the circus?'