Category Archives: Autobiography

A Love Story

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The Onslow Arms

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Tales from William Tyndale Junior School in the 1950s

Although all three of us boys started off our school days at Thornhill Road School, (Islington)  for some reason Mum moved me to what was then called Sebbon Street School but later the name was changed to William Tyndale School. … Continue reading

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Its not cricket

Its not cricket

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Good Friends

A number of years ago, my destiny – and as it happened later my wife’s life was channelled into serving our community as local Councillors.  Politics is never boring as many MPs  will attest, but local politics at Borough level  … Continue reading

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Such Happy Times.

When young,my happy secure home…Rang with laughter. The radio light programme, trilled from the corner sideboardAlmost all day,I rememberMum singing along.“ I can’t tell a waltz from a tangoI never know what my feet are goner dono I can’t tell … Continue reading

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Fray Bentos

Fray Bentos

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Foolishness of Youth

I believe that I have been extremely silly at various times in my life, for no better reason than part devilment and part showing off.  For example in around 1970, I was given a young labourer called Mark, and told … Continue reading

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How I became an Entomologist

Entomology part 1

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A Different Accident

The old diesel lorry chugged down Evering Road Les Hepheard lazily swinging the huge steering wheel Summer scents from the trees and front garden flowers seemed to drown  under the stench our exhaust created. Both Les and my mate Joe … Continue reading

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