Monthly Archives: August 2019

Bring back the bobbies

It is said that the men responsible for smashing the windows of a neighbour’s vintage car did so in frustration that they could not remove the car from the shed in which it was stored. It is said that the … Continue reading

Posted in Out and about | 1 Comment

Not ringing a bell

The church bells were ringing at a quarter past six on a Monday evening. Practice night is Wednesday, the cause for them to be rung at teatime on Monday was a mystery. “Perhaps it’s the invasion,” I said. “That was … Continue reading

Posted in Unreliable memories | Leave a comment

Getting the right news

My uncle’s television was a source of perplexity: it insisted on showing programmes from Plymouth. Each evening, he would sit down to watch the news and instead of the familiar faces from BBC West in Bristol, there were the presenters … Continue reading

Posted in Out and about | Leave a comment

Picking potatoes in schooldays

It must have been the autumn half-term holiday of 1973. A friend said there was a day’s work picking potatoes for a farmer at Huish Episcopi. We cycled to the field and spent the day picking potatoes. Even for a … Continue reading

Posted in Unreliable memories | 2 Comments

Reasonable force

“You see that story of that policeman attacked with a machete? That shouldn’t have happened. He should have used his taser before that man got near him to nearly kill him.” “There was one evening, it would be twenty-five years … Continue reading

Posted in The stuff of daily life | 1 Comment