I left you all dangling in the first half of last year after I quit the glamorous (on the surface) life of a London cinema manager and moved our little family from the South East of England to the North West of Wales.
I was back not only in Wales but in the job I was born for – a journalist.
Just a brief summary of what preceded this change.
A mere four weeks before I had been in my office at the Odeon, Camden Town.
Two days beforehand I had been assaulted in the foyer of the cinema I managed.
That weekend Marion and I had a long talk and the following Monday I had called one of the directors of North Wales Newspapers and within 24 hours he had come back to me with the offer of a job as a district reporter for the North Wales Chronicle in Holyhead, which is on the island that marks the “nose” of Anglesey.
Basically I was about to start work on an island which was off another island off the coast of God’s own country.
During our tenure in Holyhead I experienced three major events which marked the beginning of my return to the job I was born to.
One was the fact that for the first time Marion and I bought our first house together.
Two was my first ever meeting with a major international film star.
Three, my darling Marion and I got married.
Queen Elizabeth’s Silver Jubilee proved to be quite a momentous year for us.
To be continued.
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