My old headmaster has died.
…I wrote a Gruts post entitled It was twenty years ago today…, in which I described an event that happened thirty years ago this very day.
Last week, at around the time I was paddling on a beach in Anglesey, my old school friend Paul, who was always a tad more athletic than me, set off on a jog...
A quote from a wartime diary mentioning my dad and uncle.
My teenage attempt at trying to communicate in French.
My (Great) Uncle Fred was 100 years old today.
Twentieth anniversary of Q-Ball Club fiasco.