Category Archives: Unreliable memories

My aunt provides a useful corrective to our versions of the past, an alternative interpretation of the memories that are recalled, an incisive questioning of vague stories, sometimes a blunt contradiction of assertions. Sometimes, though, my aunt will share insights … Continue reading →

Do people still join postal “book clubs?” Do you remember the sort of thing? As an introductory offer, you could have four books for a nominal sum and then were obliged to buy a book a month for the next … Continue reading →

There were withdrawal symptoms today. The past three weeks have been filled with the Tour de France. If time permitted, I would go into Steve, my colleague’s classroom at the end of the school day. He would open the ITV … Continue reading →

It was careers morning for the Year 10 students, a series of talks on their options when they complete Year 11 in a year’s time. The options seemed more plentiful than in the 1970s, there was something for everyone. From … Continue reading →

“People don’t seem to go out very much now, when we were young, we went out every weekend,” commented my aunt. Even if there were not the present raft of restrictions, the comment would probably be an accurate reflection of … Continue reading →