Over the last four or five decades forensic science has become a major factor in TV series. If the main character was not a pathologist then he/she was sure to be one of the stars. The first major tv show starring a pathologist was Quincy ME, starring the lugubrious Jack Klugman as Professor Quincy, aContinue reading “Feet of clay”
Category Archives: My life
Virtual Rhyality
I miss Rhyl but is it the Rhyl I remember that I miss or is it the place itself? The closest I can manage at present is to let Google do the walking but even then when did Google create the images? I took you through the Rhyl I remember now let’s see the RhylContinue reading “Virtual Rhyality”
Step into the past
I went for a walk yesterday. Something I have not done since the lockdown began. In fact I went for two walks. In both I walked the streets of Rhyl. The difference being that one walk was in the Rhyl locked away in my mind to be taken out and revisited whenever I wanted. TheContinue reading “Step into the past”
The food of love
For 70 years my life has played out to a background of music and now just a few bars of a song or an instrumental can bring memories flooding back. Today’s unfortunate news does mean that for a while certain songs will not have the same happy memories that others do. Of course I’m talkingContinue reading “The food of love”
Nudge, nudge Wink, wink
Growing up in Rhyl in the 50s and 60s was a mixed blessing, but at the end of the day I was sorry to leave. During the summer it was a bustling, noisy place with crowds on the promenade and the cries of bingo callers from all the arcades along the front. Our house wasContinue reading “Nudge, nudge Wink, wink”
Nature’s infinite book of secrecy
Shakespeare knew that nature hides many secrets and that *man* (or in Antony and Cleopatra the Soothsayer) would be forever trying to seek them out. *man* please forgive this sexist reference but at the time science was, wrongly, seen as a male preserve. By the 1950s young boys were being persuaded to show an interestContinue reading “Nature’s infinite book of secrecy”
He’s behind you
My two theatrical dreams, which at 70 I am probably unlikely to achieve, are to direct one of Shakespeare’s plays and to direct a traditional British pantomime. This might surprise some theatrical devotees because traditionally you should opt for either the serious theatre or for pantomime. At Rhyl Children’s Theatre Club Joe Holroyd and AngelaContinue reading “He’s behind you”
Curtain up
The Rhyl Children’s Theatre Club was not a two-hour Saturday morning session to get children out of the house. Any parent who wanted that could just as easily give their child a couple of bob and send them to the Odeon on the other side of the Vale Road bridge. This was no oversized dolls’Continue reading “Curtain up”
All the world’s a stage . . .
The theatre has always fascinated me. Maybe it is because of my inner extrovert. Even as a child I enjoyed dressing up. I don’t mean dressing up as a cowboy or Indian. I mean being the character. My parents had a suitcase we called the dressing-up case. Many of the items, tunics, trousers etc., wereContinue reading “All the world’s a stage . . .”
Hostile takeover
I was doing quite well with my sources of income as the summer went on. I had my paper round, which I had got down to a fine art, and the casing was bringing in money. All was fine and dandy. Holidaymakers always arrived on a Saturday morning and by 1pm business slackened off whichContinue reading “Hostile takeover”
Robin's Nest 