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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Dear Diary – Page 59 (Mid 1960’s Blue Star Line)

My second term at College was much more congenial. There was (obviously) a new intake of juniors and I was now JLC of a cabin*. Everything ran pretty smoothly and, again, I finished with a very high average. Continue reading

Dear Diary – Page 58 (Mid 1960’s – College Life)

The program was split over 3 terms. The first term was difficult for me, and probably every other new cadet, because we were the “lowest form of life” in the College. Continue reading

“The Man in the Glass”

I am deviating from my standard Posts here because “The Man in the Glass” (originally “The Guy in the Glass”), was not written by me, but rather by Dale Wimbrow in 1934. Continue reading

Dear Diary – Page 57 (Mid 1960’s – Cardiff)

January 1964 was to be such a change for me. Continue reading