Hiding in a large cardboard box with a few hundred or maybe thousand photos in it, there is a photo of a young boy holding two bottles of beer.
I can remember that quite clearly, at Uncle Bert’s a friend of Dad’s from work. On this particular occasion Dad and Bert had a drink in the parlour and I was sent to fetch them two bottles, which I collected from a wicker shopping basket outside in the hall.
I started this short blog with the intention of merging three diverging themes.
This is the third theme. Continue reading
Getting to the point is taking longer than I thought.
I didn’t want to turn this into a chronological holiday list so I will now summarise the next twenty years or so. Continue reading
Where was I? Oh yes, my girlfriend and I (very royal) were about to embark on our first adventure together. “Starways” fulfilled many tickboxes. Continue reading
I find myself tonight struggling with the meaning of life, the universe and everything.
Well, perhaps not everything. I’ve just read something that started some sort of sub-conscious echo – no, that’s not it – a resonance. A similar feeling of futility maybe, but on a different level, in a different thread of life. Continue reading
So here we are. On holiday again. Our second this year, the first being an exotic summer sojourn in Mexico, this one a not so glamorous end of season visit to sunny Norfolk. Oh, that could be contentious… Continue reading
Once I had past my test I was eager to get my own wheels, and I quickly found a green Hillman Imp at Three Ways Garage which I loved, as of course I had happy memories of my the one my dad owned. Continue reading
It occurred to me that I’m about to post another chronological account of an aspect of my life, and this style of post might become a little tiresome.
But sometimes you have to go with what fits the bill. Try doing your CV in any other style but Chronological and see how that works for you. But as I pondered this it left me wondering “Why am I posting this subject? Is anyone really interested? ” Continue reading
I’ve had a passion for writing for as long as I can remember, but for some reason I have never pursued it seriously. Continue reading
45 miles to empty tank... 