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We drove back from France, back to London, to Battersea and the Wine bar.
Here nothing had changed. The posters, photographs, cartoons and mirrors covered the brick walls and high up, far from acquisitive fingers, my collection of hats, ringed the room.
Our pleasant and conscientious staff served the usual assortment of...
In those pre SnorBan days Claudette and I used to enjoy travelling around the continent. We’d go where our heart, or bellies, would take us, discover out -of the-way villages, great cleaving gorges, huge silvery lakes and stunning mountain roads that would take us up to the very heavens and...
Some years age my father went to Harrogate. As he was returning to Leeds by train he went to the station.
At the end of the platform he saw a bench so he went over and sat down on it. There was another sitting there who seemed familiar so my farther...
I was a film extra for around 10 years. This led to some interesting stories. Here's one.
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The sun, a slip of a thing, was just cresting the hills over the eastern sky, as I drove down the mist filled winding country lane. It lead towards a large, green, glorious valley...
The sailing boats massed along the quay at Porto Cervo, Costa Smeralda, were of the very highest quality. Considering the wealth of there owners this was no surprise.
They had just moored up having raced in the Round the Island race, the island of Sardinia.
I walked slowly passed them, with Brent...
A TALE OF TWO TAILORS
My maternal grandmother, Nadia, was, when a teenager, a circus dancer of great renown and beauty. This is her story as she told it to her husband, my grandfather, Henry Lister ‘Hoppy’ Hopkin.
“They came from Odessa, on the Black Sea,” said Nadia, talking of her...
THE WAISTCOAT
We live a long stone's throw from Chichester harbour, where we can sail, or go to Goodwood, where, if we wished, we can fly, or go to the race track where there is always a fine display of cars - and of course, the Revival and the Festival...
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