time flies

It’s hard to believe that it’s 40 years since John Kennedy was assassinated. That is if you were around at that time as I was. They say that we all remember what we were doing when the dreadful deed was done. All I can remember was that I had been to the cinema, in Slough, with my wife to be, Christine.

I can’t remember what the film was but I can remember I was devasted along with most of the rest of the civilized world.

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I only knew one grand father. My father’s father left when he was three years old so I never knew him. My mother’s father on the other hand was a very different kettle of fish or perhaps I should say ‘pot ‘n pan’. That comes about because my parents would always say ‘Here comes the old pot ‘n pan, turning up like a bad penny.’ (more…)