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Someone’s gotta do it

When I was at school, most chaps worth their salt were sport-obsessed – following the fortunes of individuals and/or club, county or international teams – if not also participating themselves at whatever level their talents justified. Within the ‘participating’ subset, at my rather [...]

May 3, 2015 // 0 Comments

A sending off

Yesterday afternoon I took my elderly father to the funeral of an old pal of his at a nearby crematorium. We decided to get there early because we’d heard parking might be an issue and we also wished to scout the toilet facilities situation – my father is currently suffering from a slight [...]

May 2, 2015 // 0 Comments

Cataract operation

I am typing this with a large bandage over my operated eye and will not know till later today if the operation has been successful but I have an intuitive feeling it will. Dr Daffers insisted on taking me to English’s for the pre-med. We had the grazing menu and, sitting alfresco in the sun, [...]

May 1, 2015 // 0 Comments

For those in peril on the sea

Let me declare an interest at the outset. I have a personal interest in sailing through my family and specifically my son Barry, who earns his crust as a yacht skipper.  Through this, I have a keen sense of the joys, but also the dangers, of ocean sailing. In common with all members of his [...]

April 29, 2015 // 0 Comments

Knocking something out

For reasons which need not concern my readers, I have hit the ground running this week because – due to recent events and indeed those to come next month – I have just four days to accomplish a great deal. On Monday I opened proceedings by making a list of the things that I needed to do – [...]

April 29, 2015 // 0 Comments

Only two more to go now …

Yesterday I was unable to watch the Harlequins’ away Premiership match against Sale (a 23-25 victory). This was because, although I’ve been to see Quins play away against Sale twice before [at their old ground, a bit of an ordeal because it was in a pretty primitive state], I wasn’t in the [...]

April 26, 2015 // 0 Comments

The last farewell

Yesterday I was privileged to join my father at the 68th (and last) reunion of WW2 Fleet Air Arm servicemen trained at HMS St Vincent in Gosport, which took place at the Navy Club in Hill Street, behind Park Lane in London. The original HMS St Vincent was a first-rate ship launched on 11th March [...]

April 25, 2015 // 0 Comments

For conspicuous bravery

[Above: the action of the night of 20th/21st April 1915 which led to the award of the VC to 2nd Lieutenant Geoffrey Woolley] The extraordinary thing about indulging in a hobby passion such as WW1 research is how often another piece of the jigsaw falls at your feet. Last night I arrived on the south [...]

April 24, 2015 // 0 Comments

A frustrating day

It’s very tough for us oldies who have gone from total ignorance to Word for Windows overnight. Like many I suspect I use 10% of the capacity and potential of my mobile, iPad and laptop all Apple-made projects. My logic is that at least there would be a synchronised system between the three. [...]

April 24, 2015 // 0 Comments

A sad anniversary

Today is the second anniversary of my father’s passing. At a party given by Nancy Bright Thompson I met a close friend of Polly, Grania. She is a councillor for Samaritans and told me that a common call is from a bereaved who feels he/she is out of time and does not feel able to raise the [...]

April 22, 2015 // 0 Comments

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