Monday, August 31, 2015

I remember Hannah Hornsby, the staff nurse in St George’s A&E Resus who looked after my dad when he was taken there by ambulance after his operation at Kingston. She did what she could, and on reflection I think maybe she knew his body was gradually shutting down, and she certainly realised he didn’t want a barrage of tests. He’d had enough.

I remember watching a man tuning his motorbike on the pavement next to the Chideock bridge bus stop using a laptop. I engaged him in conversation and discovered that you can get the little gadget that he had plugged into his engine for cars also. Forgot all about it until I saw the bike by the bus stop again this year.

I remember the entrance prices on the wall outside London Zoo in The Quatermass Xperiment: 2/- for adults, 1/3 for children. 

Sunday, August 16, 2015

I remember my dad.

Friday, July 31, 2015

I remember Pepsi Max and Curly Wurlies. I've kept a can of the former in the bottom of the fridge ever since Eliot went to the States, just in case he turns up at the door. (I do replace it now and again.) Now I keep a pack of Curly Wurlies in the fridge door in case Charlie pays me a visit.

I remember being in Brighton with Julian and not particularly wanting to go swimming with some girls we met. They may have been friends of Richard who we were probably visiting. Might not even have been Julian.

I remember Steve Lucas. But I don't remember why.

I remember I remember visiting ????? (Alex's best friend - what was his name?) at university in Canterbury. I had my hair cut by a woman barber and someone set off the fire alarm at the college party we went to on the Saturday(?) night.

I remember driving around Lyndhurst one evening, presumably on our way back from the New Forest, looking for somewhere I could get beans on toast and a cup of tea. Did the same thing once coming through Exeter, driving back from Cornwall

I remember inappropriate touching during a passionate kiss with Sue - not sure of her surname but she was the girlfriend of the brother of my girlfriend at the time - she stopped it and we never spoke about it again. We occasionally went out together as friends including I believe to see West Side Story at the cinema at the top of Sutton which is now nightclub. Sue Joins?

I remember Dad on his birthday last year saying, 'Next year I'll get a card from Australia,' and not expecting he would. Imagine my surprise...

I remember I used to take in loads of snacks - fruit, crisps, a fizzy drink - to the Mail Online because I was always falling asleep during the course of my late shift. Each one would keep me going for another hour or so. Don't need that any more.

I remember Bob Forsberg telling me they needed subs for the tablet edition downstairs on Metro.

I remember when Mr Cannon retired wishing him good luck anad saying, casually, 'I might bump into you in Nonsuch Park.' 'Why?' he replied, 'You haven't got a dog, have you?'

Monday, June 29, 2015

I remember seeing Isaac Guillory, Jimi Hendrix, Joe Scurfield, Maggie Boyle, Peter Bellamy, Bob Copper, the Amazing Mr Smith…

I remember reading Buster, Look and Learn, the Airfix magazine…

I remember watching Torchy, Four Feather Falls, Mr Pastry, Whack-O!, Crackerjack…

I remember walking back to the Beehive in Elmer in the dark from the Black Horse (I think that was the name of the pub) in Climping. It was pitch black and something leapt up and ran away – we thought probably a pig. It was pretty scary.

I remember prefabs. I think there were some near the church round the corner from us (Holy Cross). I’m sure there were some on the way to Kingston.

I remember Tempo. It sold electrical goods. Again there was one on the way to Kingston.

I remember my dad doing judo and wood-turning at night school. Perhaps he just bought a lathe and did wood-turning for fun. But one of the extras from Dad’s Army was in his judo evening class.

I remember giving one of my children a piggyback (or carrying them on my shoulders) along the Thames at Richmond, presumably after a pizza at the rather good pizzeria there was there (with our then favourite waiter, John) when I slipped on some wet moss and ended up on my bottom.

I remember the Old Gits (PA) and the Glee Club (Mail on Sunday subs).

I remember looking up ‘cunt’ in the new edition of the Penguin English Dictionary. A first.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

I remember collecting magazine ads with which to make collages. Don't ever remember making any except a mixed media one of the Judgment of Paris.

I remember the Robert Peel, in particular a stripper who used to dance there with a large snake draped round her neck and a large alsatian keeping a watchful eye over her. The pub is now razed to the ground.

I remember seeing a hammer dulcimer player at Hampton Court fair. Don’t know if I bought a cassette of his there or later on. A very large American man, it turned out he was reasonably famous. His name was Jim Couza, I think. I learned There Were Roses by Tommy Sands from his cassette. He died a few years back.

I remember being quite excited when Eliot was given a pager.

I remember wearing patchwork jeans.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

I remember Comerfords. But I don’t remember why.

I remember having a very brief temporary job at a hi-fi store. It was the Richmond branch of a well-known chain but I’m not sure if it was a true memory or not. I’m sure that was where I was advised not to bullshit, because the customer would invariably know more than you.

I remember being spotted by a customer at the petrol station where I worked filling a bottle with tap water with which I was intending to top up his battery. Oops! A Jaguar too. But I worked there for quite a while, only leaving because I’d been offered something more ‘worthwhile’. The bank had begged me to return.

I remember Anne Briggs’ comeback appearance. It was at a folk festival and she was due to appear there over the weekend but lost her nerve during her first performance and as far as I know has not sung in public since. Which was a shame.

I remember bumping into Sara Grey in a supermarket (Tesco?) in St Helens (or somewhere beginning with O?), to which I had travelled to visit my cousin after seeing Sara at Cleethorpes Folk Festival. It turned out she also lived that way. Unfortunately she’s gone back to the States. Excellent singer and banjo frailer.

I remember being scared of Sara Nelson.

I remember being afraid of Alex Millson, and he’s just gone all soft and given up work to become a house-husband and look after his little girl.

I remember the man next door to us had an Alsatian that he used to train in his garden. He would stand there and shout ‘kerplootz’ at the top of his voice. which we thought was hilarious. He might have been shouting ‘come close’ but we never found out because they moved away.

I remember driving up the ramp to pick up Charlie from her Saturday job at Ratners, in Sutton. The other day I drove past and the ramp was in the middle of being demolished. Ratners is long gone, and I presume the building in which it was is also now no more.

I remember – because it was only a few hours ago – knocking my bottle of beer over in a nightclub. I was there for a sales launch, you understand - I don’t do nightclubs. It was only Heineken. But it was free. I stood the bottle up, upon which it fizzed and frothed up over the top. I picked it up and tried to stop it but it fizzed and frothed even more, making a dreadful racket on the floor. Out of nowhere two guys turned up in black, one with a small torch, the other with a roll of paper towel, which he proceeded to unspin, and together they cleared the mess in double-quick time and disappeared. I need them round here, following me round the house.

Wednesday, April 01, 2015

I remember thinking I’d rather stay a carpenter than rise to the position of manager of a furniture factory.

I remember seeing Tom Paxton at (I think) the Royal Albert Hall in the late Sixties. He looked up from his fingerpicking during an instrumental break and said ‘magic fingers’ (with a wry smile, of course).

I remember Emperor Rosko, a radio DJ.

I remember owning – and wearing – an orange and green paisley kipper tie. Now I only wear ties at weddings and funerals. Never for fun.