Nowadays you have to be sensitive to others when telling jokes or making lighthearted conversation. Especially in the light of social media. I grew up enjoying the Goons; radio shows such as Round the Horne and The Navy Lark; and Hancock’s Half Hour; Harry Worth, and Michael Bentine’s Potty Time on television. It is noContinue reading “Think twice before you crack a joke”
Category Archives: My life
Skulduggery at the crossroads
When I wrote about my great grandfather’s notebooks and said they cleared up the mystery of the family ghost story I didn’t mention that it possibly cleared up another family legend as well. The three things I had been brought up with were: a) my grandfather was almost born on the banks of the RiverContinue reading “Skulduggery at the crossroads”
A soldier’s farewell to his old mother
As long as there have been stories there have been storytellers. Even if the story is just about hunting a bear. Back in prehistory somebody had to tell the tribe about the bravery of the hunters who faced the fury of a giant animal who could rip you open with a slash of its claws.Continue reading “A soldier’s farewell to his old mother”
No need to dot the i’s or cross the t’s
My one failing as I prepared to become a journalist was getting to grips with Pitman’s shorthand. Out of our class of less than 20 on my Kelsterton College course myself and four of the girls could not grasp the Pitman system. I don’t know if it was a means of letting us down lightlyContinue reading “No need to dot the i’s or cross the t’s”
Back to class — to learn journalism?
By the time I had been a journalist for almost three years I was sent back to the classroom — at least it was at a college and not going back to school. The National Council for the Training of Journalists (it does what it says on the tin) had initially decreed trainee journalists shouldContinue reading “Back to class — to learn journalism?”
Raise the curtain light the lights
After my early initiation into the world of greasepaint and spotlights it is no surprise that I fell in love with the theatre. Being a member of the Little Theatre in Rhyl certainly helped feed my passion. I enjoyed being backstage, or up in the lighting box, or just as a member of the audience,Continue reading “Raise the curtain light the lights”
Early debut with not a word spoken
As far as I can tell my early involvement in theatrical productions, mainly as part of the audience rather than taking an active part, are linked to Wrexham, a place I have never lived. Mind you my first appearance in public saw me in the starring role with members of my family in the supportingContinue reading “Early debut with not a word spoken”
Fun and games at the seaside
I settled into the Rhyl Journal offices quite quickly as the rest of the editorial team were a friendly bunch. Mind you the working move to Rhyl was very quickly followed by another move – except this was a very short trip. When NWN bought out the Journal the red-brick building on Russell Road housedContinue reading “Fun and games at the seaside”
1969 – a year of great happenings
A lot of things happened in 1969: The Beatles made their last live appearance — on a rooftop; They also released their 11th studio album — Abbey Road; Brian Jones quit the Rolling Stones and less than a month later was found dead in his swimming pool; Michael Caine starred in the British film TheContinue reading “1969 – a year of great happenings”
Changing places — changing faces
There was more in changing my place of work to Rhyl from Holywell than just being able to have a lie-in or go home for lunch. Obviously I was working with new people and they were ones I could learn a lot from. I was also meeting new people and old friends when it cameContinue reading “Changing places — changing faces”
Robin's Nest 