The truth is that I have worked in industries each of which is at odds with my belief in the importance of protecting the planet for future generations. You may choose to call me a hypocrite. I do it myself all the time. Continue reading Monday Memories – Decisions and Consequences #5: Confessions of a Hypocrite
I protested my innocence. In this I was encouraged by our practical joker who insisted I raise the, by now full, mug so that the woman could see the Woolworths logo on the base. Continue reading Monday Memories – Beginnings #15: Missing the Bus
The job required very little thought so it was easy to permit my mind to wander. Continue reading Monday Memories: Beginnings #14 – The World of Work
I had one month’s salary in-lieu of notice. I began the weekly search of the “Situations Vacant” columns in the Yorkshire Post and Daily Telegraph, sending my CV to various companies in need of men with my skill set. Christmas … Continue reading Monday Memories – Back in the Real World #4: In Reverse
Living in the country made us realise how much we had come to miss the joy of being surrounded by nature and creating a garden. Continue reading Monday Memories – Back in the Real World #3: More (and Less) Power.
It soon became apparent that this sequence of operations could not be completed within the permitted time. I was charged with the task of devising an alternative sequence that would meet the time constraint Continue reading Monday Memories – Back in the Real World #2: Planning for Power.
The fact that I found time to indulge in such exercises as devising a TV commercial confirms that I did not have enough to do. Continue reading Goodbye to the Seventies Part 1
The presence of such diversity was one of the attractions of the move to Coventry. Hereford, by comparison, seemed backward. Continue reading Monday Memories – 1968 Part 2
He was not only a master craftsman but also a wonderful mentor and teacher for those of us apprentices fortunate enough to work alongside him. Continue reading Monday Memories – 1968.
An occasional series in which I share some significant events from my past. Our first flat was on the first floor of a large Victorian house. It consisted of two adjacent rooms with high ceilings and no interconnecting door. We had to go out on to a landing shared with a couple of other tenants in order to get from living room to bedroom. We shared the bathroom with the other tenants on that landing and had a kitchenette not much bigger than a wardrobe at the far end of the landing. Both rooms had gas fires. There was no … Continue reading Monday Memories – September 1965
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