During my time with the Herald I was never called on to do weekend work. Delwyn enjoyed covering football matches on Saturday afternoons and took Friday afternoons off in lieu. As I normally had weekends off I am sticking to the routine here for now. I have always enjoyed playing cards, whether a two-handed gameContinue reading “Fifteen six and one for his nob*”
Category Archives: My life
Enjoying a drop of the holy spirit
Bill kept to his word and the next day I went to talk to the local vicar, the RC priest and three non-Conformist ministers. One was down in Greenfield and the others were at all four points of the compass in Holywell itself. The “stories” were nothing to write home about, really just snippets aboutContinue reading “Enjoying a drop of the holy spirit”
Groundhog Day in Holywell
Each day Delwyn and I turned up at the office and each day Bill set us tasks which were basically typing up copy in a presentable format. Newly-fledged copy typists could have done the job straight out of secretarial college and they would probably have been paid at the same rate. Then one morning, whenContinue reading “Groundhog Day in Holywell”
Setting standards
How and when do we make a decision to follow a particular political ideology? Is it actually a political decision or is it something we grow into? Some might think I was born in a privileged position. My father, as a pharmacist, was considered to be professional rather than trade and although he managed shopsContinue reading “Setting standards”
A new day – a new beginning?
The next day I arrived at the office earlier and, after parking my scooter, I went to a nearby newsagent shop and bought a copy of another local paper (the Flintshire Leader), a copy of the Daily Mirror and a copy of The Guardian . . . and a packet of cigarettes. I went straightContinue reading “A new day – a new beginning?”
Time for a break
That first morning at the office in Holywell was quite a drag and enough to put some people off journalism for life. Halfway through the morning we had a coffee break and decided to switch subjects. Delwyn took the wedding reports (how many people can get married over one weekend?) and I took the obituariesContinue reading “Time for a break”
Hands across the sea
Today is the weekend and I digress from the story of a wannabe journalist to look back at the actor’s life. I don’t know who came up with the idea but Joe Holroyd and Angela Day announced that we were going to take part in a youth group exchange – with a group in Germany.Continue reading “Hands across the sea”
In the beginning
In 1967, while I was still too young to have driving lessons, I bought a secondhand Lambretta scooter to get to college and back and be able to get around at the weekends. I will set things straight, here and now, I was NOT a mod and I was NOT a rocker. I bought theContinue reading “In the beginning”
How time flies
Time can play funny tricks with your memory. For instance I know I started at Kelsterton College in September 1966. I thought that I completed the college year the following June or possibly early July. That would mean I started work (yes I actually got a job very quickly) some time in July or AugustContinue reading “How time flies”
Peacock parade
As I mentioned yesterday I was quite prepared to be a peacock preening my gaudy feathers for all to see. Mayhap it has always been a part of me, that desire to change my outward appearance, possibly because I loved the attention but also because I enjoyed being someone else for a while. The LittleContinue reading “Peacock parade”
Robin's Nest 