When we were young, and the game was to be. Together we sat, as committed to see.. The highlight that day, and only once for that year. A reward for our heroes, whom we'd never to grace.. Huddled all in our place, by that big comfy chair. anticipating the scene at a one minute to three. Nor did we mind, that the boss of that...
Not too long ago, there was a wonderful old gentleman that lived in 'our village' who every body knew as Cyril. He was nutty as a fruit cake, of that there can be no doubt. But nevertheless, Cyril's nature was full of goodwill and fun. Everyone knew Cyril and though he'd lived on his own for as long as I can remember, his fi...
My Grandad could tell a story, of that there is no doubt. Once I heard someone say, whom I'd never even met before, 'That Charlie Hinton, he tells a ripping yarn'. I wasn't exactly sure what they meant, but I could guess. That was my Grandad's thing you see, telling stories. Now, most of the stories came the direction of my ...
As a young man dancing was not for me. Back in the late Seventies.. I distinctly remember watching the goings on from the edge of the dance floor, by the bar! and recall being a little bit envious of all the fun they appeared to be having. But of course, not envious enough to take that first step into the unknown. First of a...
The Headlines read 'Nine year old soccer star signs with Manchester United'. What made this story so incredible was that Bennie Saunders grew up in war-torn Uganda. He had no formal education and spent every day of his young life in fear that he would not see the sun rise the following day. The tribal violence in and around ...
Nick John
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