Category Archives: Unreliable memories

Once, I was called upon to make the presentation at the retirement of a primary school teacher. It was a poignant occasion, (especially if you have to try to make the speech to say ‘thank you’). After decades of teaching … Continue reading →

The chief memory from the geography that I learned at High Ham Primary School is the time when I turned the country around. In those times when making photocopies was a rare phenomenon confined to large institutions where xerox machines … Continue reading →

The rugby match kicks off at five o’clock on Saturday afternoon and will be over by seven o’clock, which means there is plenty of time to get to the gig – if I have the courage to go. It is … Continue reading →

The first day of the month. Do people in primary school in England still go up to friends, pinch them on the arm and then give them a punch on the arm, and not always a friendly one, while saying, … Continue reading →

On the road from Glastonbury to Taunton, it was a filling station in that old sense of the term. It was not a garage, for that would have suggested the possibility of mechanical repairs, instead it was three pumps with … Continue reading →