Following up on a historical story

If you work on a weekly newspaper long enough it is likely some of the people you meet and write about will go on to be famous in the field of their choice. While working in Rhyl many of the people I knew socially, or met as part of my work, were either already knownContinue reading “Following up on a historical story”

Oh mummy, that’s not Boris Karloff

Celebrating the New Year in the Austrian Tyrol was quite a start to 1971 and my time in the classroom was finally over, almost six years after I parted company with my arch-enemy – the demon headmaster of my old grammar school. I still had to sit for my NCTJ Proficiency Certificate but that would,Continue reading “Oh mummy, that’s not Boris Karloff”

Never mind the windmills – look for the memories

Noel Harrison once sang about “The Windmills of your Mind” – a place where you turn and keep turning like the sails of a windmill, chasing yourself in circles. In a way our minds really are like this, labyrinthine corridors with doors wherever you turn – each requiring a special key before you can openContinue reading “Never mind the windmills – look for the memories”

Nothing beats a Beetle on an icy mountain road

When you write a feature piece for a newspaper you need a hook to hang it on. After all you cannot do a piece on a school trip abroad and present it as an essay “What I did in my holidays”. I was lucky with my feature on the Rhyl Grammar School trip to aContinue reading “Nothing beats a Beetle on an icy mountain road”

Better to be a big fish than a tiddler

I wonder at times if being a big fish in a small pond is better than being a small fish in a big pond. In one you feel important and have a sense that the little fish are looking up to you thinking: “One day I’ll be the big fish and all the little fishContinue reading “Better to be a big fish than a tiddler”