It was only a gentle shove but my mother’s hand in the small of my back was enough to get my five-year-old legs tottering down the path to the door of Blackham School before I could have second thoughts and…
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Thank you, Bill
Is it possible to call someone you have never met a friend? Probably not. Yet when I heard this week about the death of William Zinsser, someone I had ‘known’ through his books, the exchange of a few letters, a…
Tagged with: Mitchell & Ruff, On Writing Well, William Zinsser
Posted in My Life, Reading and Writing, Sport
Posted in My Life, Reading and Writing, Sport
And he’d dance for you…
One of the joys of retirement is that when something catches your interest you can make the time to chase it around a little and see what pops up. Usually it is a meander through the serendipity of google, a…
Tagged with: Jerry Jeff Walker, Mr Bojangles, Sammy Davis, Sammy Davis Jnr
Posted in My Life, Uncategorized
Posted in My Life, Uncategorized
How did you watch television?
When I told my grandchildren I’d grown up in Blackham, a village that didn’t have mains drainage or electricity at the time, their first reaction was ‘How did you watch television?’ As I explained that we didn’t have television, and…
Tagged with: Blackham, local history, Oxford, Pearce, Petford, Tummons, University of Leeds
Posted in History, My Life
Posted in History, My Life
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