Category: Memories

  • A hoarder? Excuse me, I’m an archivist.

    A hoarder? Excuse me, I’m an archivist.

    I have a schedule listing the A-level and S-Level results of my entire 6th-form cohort: that has enabled me to intimidate former schoolmates with my knowledge of their shortcomings for half a century.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.

  • The settling train

    The settling train

    But his son, filled with ambition in his teenage years, felt that, pleasant though his father’s life no doubt was, there was surely more to life than this?View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.

  • In principle

    In principle

    The time was approaching. But would I have the courage?View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.

  • A helping hand

    A helping hand

    Then Richard shared a piece of his family history that he had never mentioned at school.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.

  • Broken toilets and the ton of pennies

    Broken toilets and the ton of pennies

    Understandably Trog was furious. A school assembly was called in the middle of the day – possibly even replacing a lesson – and we assembled in an atmosphere of freaky holiday.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.

  • Kathleen’s letters to Aelwyn 1950-51

    Kathleen’s letters to Aelwyn 1950-51

    It is fascinating and lovely – if disorientating – to observe your parents’ courtship, and I have had that opportunity.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.

  • Teacher’s Pet

    Teacher’s Pet

    I had already embarked on a lifetime journey of pedantry, and sensed that an injustice had been done. But I didn’t get involved: I was Mr Savage’s favourite, and there was no reason to put that at risk.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.

  • The shadow on the lawn

    The shadow on the lawn

    …sun on my back…John Arlott…360 for 4, Sobers bats next…View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.

  • Night visits

    Night visits

    I’m staying in a large house, York maybe, perhaps I own it, and there’s a small hatch leading off a landing to a suite of larger rooms which are nicer but neglected, and I wonder, am I allowed to go there and why don’t I use them more oftenView post…