Category Archives: The Sundries

1966 and all that

Well, thank goodness that’s all over for another four years: the crescendo and crash of hopefulness; the torn allegiances of head and heart. Football that didn’t come home. At least I can start wearing my waistcoat to work again without … Continue reading

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Encore; encore no more?

   Well, I warned you that this might be it and now the being it is here.  Plymouth, Hull, and Hammersmith:  harvesting my last, I fear. So scrape my cells into a Petri dish, grow me a culture or a … Continue reading

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