Caught having a crafty fag behind the bike sheds

Time to take another trip back in time and find out how young Robin Ace Reporter coped as the 60s came to an end. The first of my block release training courses in Cardiff came to an end and it was time to head home, not just for the weekend but for the next 10Continue reading “Caught having a crafty fag behind the bike sheds”

Not all lessons can be taught in a classroom

Now what was I saying when I so rudely interrupted my tales of a hardworking hack? I remember now, myself and my fellow journalism students were trying to cope with the trauma of a class “day out” to a psychiatric hospital – or mental asylum as it was called at the time. I know thatContinue reading “Not all lessons can be taught in a classroom”

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”