Category: Personal history
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Taid
Taid seems to have preferred the schoolroom to the farm, and perhaps the effort he made to learn English as a child led his part of the family away from the land and into more comfortable (if less beautiful) workplaces.
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Nain
I am lucky to remember all four of our grandparents, although Nain – Maggie as she was known – is the one I remember least well, as she died when I was seven.
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king commode and his expanding rubber band, Watford Grammar School for Boys – 1st April 1969
I had no yardstick by which to measure the quality of the live music I heard that night, fifty years ago. But to my impressionable young ears, it was the best thing, ever. Thank you guys.
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A brush with greatness – Sir David Attenborough
Some say you should never meet your heroes. Nonsense. I feel so privileged to have had the opportunity.
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Fall of the House of
I was shown into a meeting room with wood panelling and oil-painted landscapes: an unconvincing attempt to recreate an English country house interior in the docklands clouds.
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Gan-gan
When as teenagers we heard of this affair, my brother and I liked to think of Davy as some sort of brute, and of Jack as the handsome knight rescuing her from his clutches.
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Pulled Pork Baguette with a Side of Grief
I floundered at the enormity and horror of what she had just told me, and feebly attempted a few words of sympathy.
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The GRILL PAN HANDLE
…one day we noticed an article headed The Ten Biggest Causes of Marital Rows. Grill Pan Handles was right there at number three after money and sex, just before housework.
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The Ticket Drawer
Should she have died with no tickets in the drawer, no holidays to look forward to, no plans?
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Silly Mid-Off
WBGS u12s fifth wicket down. Time to pad up. Sit down, standing up shows a lack of confidence in the boys at the crease. Waiting. McKenzie and Wright are doing OK. I bat at number eight and I don’t bowl, so I don’t know how I got in the team.…
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The Restless Miller
I stared in disbelief and fear for some time, before I finally switched on my bedside light. There was nothing there…
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The Fisherman’s Girl
She said nothing and looked at the milk bottle. Then gave a little shrug of acceptance, but seemed subdued while she ate her cereal. Warning: Suicide theme
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Barry Humphries gets rid of Rik Edwards
At this, Humphries returned to his list to add a few more words, and presented the list to Edwards with an air of finality.
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For Dad
…maybe, underneath it all, I wanted our children to have just as happy a childhood as Rob and I did.
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