Monthly Archives: September 2010

The Radio One Years

From about the age of ten, there was a recurring theme to my life around this time of year. Radio One would be having a party and, for the sake of 25 lousy minutes, I wasn’t invited. Allow me to … Continue reading

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My Favourite Birthday

I love birthdays. My birthday. My wife’s birthday. My son’s birthday. Family birthdays, friends’ birthdays, collegues’ birthdays and (on occasion) complete strangers’ birthdays, I love them all. There’s a convention that, as an adult, you are should not enjoy birthdays … Continue reading

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Jasmin

It seems a bit antiquated now, but once upon a time I had a job where I had my own secretary. Then times moved on and the idea of one secretary per lawyer went out of fashion, so I had … Continue reading

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A Shocking Tale

Health and Safety was different back when I was 17. This was particularly true at McDonald’s, where there was almost a casual acceptance of pain and injury that would probably have the company sued into oblivion nowadays. For example, I … Continue reading

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It Was Twenty Years Ago Today

I wouldn’t normally post anything on a Saturday, but with two important events in my life having occurred on September 25th I couldn’t bring myself to ignore the date altogether. On Tuesday September 25th 1990 I walked into the offices … Continue reading

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Mostly ‘Armless

The next day, I went back to school. It was a Thursday and before anyone asks, no, I can’t remember what lessons we had that day. It doesn’t really matter, because I didn’t make it past the lunch break anyway. … Continue reading

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Literally a Skiver

One day in 1980, I decided that I had to take a day off school. The operative word there is ‘had’ because, put simply, I couldn’t face going into school that day. I had been at Croft Hall for a … Continue reading

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