G'day fellow SilverSurfers. Back on line and in W. Australia again after a month in W. Europe. Boy is Switzerland expensive these days, almost as dear as here in Aus But now jet-lagged a thing of yesterday or so, my emails caught up, said the hellos and so on to my friends and family and as it is winter here threw a log on the fire to celebrate my 76 ( a couple of days back) I still wonder what happened to and where they are nos - my many friends and neighbours when I lived in Stretford/Old Trafford There were so many good guys when we all felt invincible. Maybe, as I did, they all packed their bags and left the area which is why they are so hard to get in touch with. But I do believe there will be many a good tale to tell if I can make contact So if any old Stretfordians are reading this maybe they would care to make a comment. Shame even the old Stretford Grammar School on Greatstone Road is no longer
I am trying to locate a man I met on March 17th in Cheltenham , he was here from London visiting the races . We met in a club in Cheltenham called under the prom at around 11pm and danced and laughed until 5am.... His name is Glen aged 50 and all I know is he works in IT , his company I believe . He was with friends Simon and Jack and jacks brother whose name escapes me ... Does anyone know of these men , Glen in particular... We were meant to exchange numbers and didn't get round to it . Would love to get in touch with him . Here's hoping 😊
As a child. living in Moss Side Manchester, I grew up, playing happily in the garden at the front, (My gran had a big house, with three or four floors) and walking to school was fun, Going to the shop was even better, If went into the Greengrocer. for the veg etc, I was given an apple,, the sweet shop,a lolly pop, for waiting patiently, these were from the owners, How times have changed, We could play for hours everyone was friendly, now you are lucky if you know more than a handful of neighbours, and because the local shops, are few and far between. How I miss those days. Does anyone else have these memories ? Our children / grandchildren might have all the technology but they are missing out on so, much, What do you think?
Tonight, on the threshold of a New Year, I am not at all optimistic, as I have been in so many years past. Whichever way I turn darkness and sorrow come to me. The way forward is not clear. It must have been thus at the end of 1939. At that time part of King George VI's speech to the Empire gave hope. It gives hope to me tonight. I place it below, that you too may have hope in the dark days to come: I said to the man who stood at the Gate of the Year, "Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown." And he replied, "Go out into the darkness, and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light, and safer than a known way." May that Almighty Hand guide and uphold us all. Tonight there's no one needs this hand more than I do; but I'm not alone. The text is there for you too. '
Thinking back over the years I don't recall there being such a title to describe us once we reached 15/16 years old. We left school and if we didn't go to university we started work. No one thought we were 'special' or 'delicate'. Were you a teenager?
I wonder how many people dream nostalgically about those days? of parties, holidays in the cool Simla Hills as it grew too hot. Spicy foods and delicious sweetmeats, vibrant colours. an Ayah who would look after you. After Independence, leaving everything behind and returning to England. Feeling the intense cold, strange foods, strange accents. All a hard adjustment. Still, memories of that wonderful country persist. Someone, wave a magic wand and send me there for a couple of months, I would die happy.
Few of us, 'of a certain age,' will not remember Mary Whitehouse. Some said a rather priggish, puritan married lady who, for thirty years campaigned nationally for the retention of a then disappearing moral code. And that in the face of an anything goes, free love and have it all now young generation. A generation in rebellion. Our generation! She, with her National Viewers and Listeners Association, in 1982 launched a civil suit against theatre director Michael Bogdanov for staging a production of Howard Brenton's play, The Romans in Britain, which depicted a male rape. Jeremy Hutchinson, QC, opposed her case in the High Court and the NVLA withdrew the case. Now, at 101 years old, Hutchinson has gone public with his later-life thoughts. He believes that Whitehouse has been ‘vindicated to some extent by history’. Sarah Vine, writing in the Mail Online for October 12th last says, 'Yes, there are some values of the past that deserve to be superseded — but others, such as decency, modesty and self-respect, are the bricks that hold civilisation together. And now they’ve been swept away, we’re left with a world where — literally — anything goes. A world in which trumped-up amateur porn stars such as Kim Kardashian earn more in a day than a Nobel Prize-winner makes in a lifetime. Friends, what do you think?