by Nick Massey | Oct 20, 2009 | Stories
As the years pass by, I sit in corners dark and safe Not the young carefree man of yesterday, but a lost and lonely grey man hopelessly drowning in my own thoughts, living with the knowledge of unchangeable yesterdays. I was so much but it means so little to so many...
by Mark Samwell | Oct 15, 2009 | Stories
I stand outside in my back garden. I have a glass of whiskey, it is warm from being held in my hand whilst I sat inside watching the night through the patio doors from the warm comfort of my sofa. The night sky is black crystal, perfectly clear, and yet impenetrable,...
by Jan Hedger | Oct 15, 2009 | Stories
First a smooth ferry crossing, then down from Dunkerque to our friends for a meal. Woke up next day, by the sea in Wimereux! Did the shopping thing, the first day! Next day, Nigel and I walked up to Wimereux cemetery, along rue McCrae. First thought, was of pure...
by Jim Shoemaker | Sep 28, 2009 | Stories
Driving home from a trip up north, having a terrible cold, i noticed i was beginning to doze off. With my brother in tow, already asleep by my side in the passenger seat I decided to stop off at a gas station by the side of the highway. I parked on the unmarked...
by Guy Cecil | Sep 16, 2009 | Stories
My mother was an actress, dancer and singer on the West End stage in London. She usually performed in musical comedies which were very popular in those days. This was an era before the invention of radio, television, movies etc. Everybody would go to the theatre. My...
by Guy Cecil | Sep 16, 2009 | Stories
( Two years in Pakistan ) During my last few weeks in Calcutta, I received my embarkation orders to proceed back to the UK for demobilization. So I went through a period, once again of bidding farwell to all my many friends that I had made in Calcutta. Sir David Ezra...
