Dear Diary

This Category is really a collection of jig-saw puzzle pieces, which each piece offering a little insight into me! Will you ever see the complete picture? Of course not, but if you are good with puzzles, you could complete enough of the picture to see some details of what is in it!

Dear Diary – Page 72 (Late 1960’s – French Riviera)

We left Rome and headed for Pisa to see the famous tower. Continue reading →

Dear Diary – Page 71 (Late 1960’s – Italy)

We headed into Rome and had the distinct impression that there were no speed limits there. Continue reading →

Dear Diary – Page 70 (Late 1960’s – Italy)

Pete had stopped the car, and we were all looking at this rather small and seemingly deserted border crossing, when a man appeared! He was a small man, rather sloppily dressed in a uniform, and carrying a very large “rifle-type” gun. The gun was probably a standard size but, with him being small, looked very large. Continue reading →

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 →