Category Archives: Unreliable memories

Do you remember Z–Cars? It was my favourite television programme when I was a child. In my (faulty) memory, there were Constables Roach and Bannerman in the main car and Quilley in the panda car. Back at the station, Sergeant … Continue reading →

The girls of my tutor group were  trying to choose a song for a spring concert. To my surprise, the first song they considered was Candi Staton’s  Young hearts run free. ‘Ladies’, I said, ‘this song is forty-eight years old’. … Continue reading →

‘My brain is addled’. A third bout of Covid during the summer has left my mother in a fog, short-term memory has become patchy at times, but recollections and anecdotes remain clear ‘It was after the war. We used to … Continue reading →

According to the radio, the King of England was seventy-five years old today. Once, when he was a young man, he was the focus of the rapt attention of S.pmerset schoolchildren Our school television could have been a prop from … Continue reading →

He seemed to need to make a statement. Someone had mocked him for being suburban, from Camberley or some such place, and he had assumed it to be an implication that he had come from somewhere that was not significant. … Continue reading →