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***** Today marks the start of another fast march past time *****

I’ve always had outstandingly good eyesight. In fact as a child I used to wave to people at a distance and get annoyed when they did not wave back. I...

Part 2. Owing to the location and the evaporation in the spring of alkali ponds near by, Waiilatpu was not healthy. The mill pond was near by, and we...

Flimsy wall Bedroom door Up against The dirty floor Scratched-up back Midnight black Giving me The simple fact Bite down hard Leave a mark A white...

I jumped on the back of the motorbike, welcoming a ride to my hotel, after a long walk across the city in the sticky wet air. The bike was an old...

I was woken early one morning by a hammering on my back door. I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs to find Alun in an agitated mood. “What on...

i In my ruddy restless dreams, she has been duly bidden; Through pomegranate seeds of thought, how she does grow; So vibrant, wild, in wind bitter:...

This is Part 5, the final part of the essay; the factual account of a lads’ bizarre weekend in the mid sixties, this one dealing with the usual Sunday comedown from Friday and Saturday’s excitement – the boredom further aggravated by the dread of Monday. Names, as they say, have been changed to protect the innocent, though none of the protagonists were. Be warned, however: contains strong language, as well as frank references to body parts and functions – assuring total veracity (and some nostalgia).

This is Part 4 of a five-part essay; the factual account of a lads’ bizarre weekend in the mid sixties, this one dealing with theft, prostitutes and the Deptford Mob. Names, as they say, have been changed to protect the innocent, though none of the protagonists were. Be warned, however: contains strong language, as well as frank references to body parts and functions – assuring total veracity (and some sneaky chuckles).