Dear Diary

Dear Diary – Page 69 (Late 1960’s – Italy)

We were woken up at some ridiculous time (probably around 6:00am) by the sound of cattle, and they were obviously really close! Continue reading →

Dear Diary – Page 68 (Late 1960’s – Italy)

My new girlfriend was as much fun as expected, and so we saw each other on a regular basis. Continue reading →

Dear Diary- Page 67 (Late 1960’s – The Party)

After a few short lived relationships, Pete and I found out that the place to go at weekends was the Cardinal Bar in the Bull Hotel (the same place that I had my introduction to an office Christmas celebration). It was always crowded on Saturday nights so perfect for us, with our insecurities, to blend in. Continue reading →

Dear Diary – Page 66 (Late 1960’s – Perkins Engines)

Working at Perkins initiated me into office life which included the inevitable Christmas “get together”. Continue reading →

Dear Diary – Page 65 (Late 1960’s – Dating)

Thinking back to those years, I find it hard to believe that girls were not a factor in my life until I was 19-20, and even then they were nothing more than simply other people. Continue reading →

Dear Diary – Page 64 (Mid 1960’s – Honda S90 M/bike)

I do not recall how it happened, but not long after moving into my own place, I bumped into Peter, a guy I knew from Kings School. I remembered him because he was, like myself, a bit of a loner. Continue reading →

Dear Diary – Page 62 (Mid 1960’s – Accommodation Rental)

I am going to back track just a little here because it just occurred to me that I learned some significant lessons while living in peoples’ homes. Continue reading →

Dear Diary – Page 61 (Mid 1960’s – Peterborough)

My parents’ new home was in a small village with a poor bus service to larger towns. The most common method of public transport was the trains, and the train station was a good 20 minute walk from their home! Continue reading →

Dear Diary – Page 60 (Mid 1960’s – Career Crash)

During my time at Cardiff my parents had sold the house in Peterborough, and moved  to a building site in Essex where Dad had started to build another house.* The caravan had been moved down much earlier.
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