About Margo Hogg
My name is Margaret Anne Hogg, although I am known to most of my friends as Margo.
I was born prematurely on Friday January 13th, 1950. I weighed one pound eleven ounces, and was considered in those days as a Miracle Baby.
I lay undiscovered under the blankets for four hours, as hospital staff were belatedly celebrating New-Years Eve.
Because of this, through lack of oxygen to the brain, I was left without sight.
From the age of five, till fifteen I attended boarding schools in Liverpool and Manchester.
Officially, I should have continued with my education until at least the age of sixteen. This was not the case, because I was given the gift of music in the form of singing, and had a burning ambition to use that gift to entertain the world.
The then Prime Minister, Harold Wilson, having heard of my talent through my mother writing to him, granted permission for me to leave school, and begin my journey to Stardom.
I sang my way around the British Isles for 27 years, my sister Pauline became my Road Manager, Hairdresser, and Dressmaker.
I appeared at many top venues, such as , with many big stars, too numerous to mention.
I was lucky enough to meet literally thousands of people during a very fruitful career, and though I didn鈥檛 quite make it to the top of the tree, being part of the Razzmatazz of show business was very rewarding, in the sense that I made many friends, some of whom I am still in touch with.
I鈥檓 not performing on stage any more with the big names, nor do I have to live out of a suitcase. But, the memories I have will be ever treasured, and I will be so proud to look back with a nostalgic smile now and again.
My life has changed, in some ways for the better, and I now hold the position of Assistant Secretary of our local Community Association.. I sometimes feel like Marge Proops, as listening to other people鈥檚 problems would seem to be the role I am destined to play.
I'm hoping that this blogging experiment will open up new opportunities for me. Firstly I'll be able to use and develop my journalistic and writing skills and secondly I'm looking forward to the chance to comment on and reply to other peoples posts.
One of my schoolfriends had a father who was almost totally blind (as a result of the war). He had a great ear for conversation and loved telling jokes. Have you ever thought of writing a radio play about your life?