This post continues my account of the time spent as a car salesman ins Surrey between 64 and 68 This shot was about 6 years before I...

At this point in my story I am just twenty years and three months of age and already somewhat surprised at many of the things I’ve seen...

So, Initial Police Training complete and I am released upon the unsuspecting public of London around Waterloo, The Elephant and Castle,...

Following the fun and games described in recent posts about my time cruising the world with P&O I decided that a serious effort was...

- the first leg of our trip back to England from Australia began a couple of days before the end of 1962. It seems impossible to me that...

After a few days provisioning in Sydney and new complement of passengers embarked and we were off again - what fun ! Departing from...

After Vancouver the next stop was Hawaii. How exotic that sounds. Well so it may, but as I was beginning to discover, for crew members,...

In this post I continue the story of my time as a steward with P&O between 1962 and '63. Following my interesting introduction to...

Embarking on this new way of life was a real eye-opener, given that apart from a few scout camps and a couple of weeks at Butlins with...

I described in the first post about my time with P&O how I was briefly introduced to the maritime gay scene in the Southampton pub. The...

All at Sea 1 At the time, SS Himalaya was pretty well up there in the pantheon of luxury cruise liners. Launched in 1949, she was the...

It must have been so hard for my parents when I decided to throw up my studies and a secure job to go off to sea, especially as Dad had...

There are many moments in life that one always remembers and in my case one of the most memorable was my first driving lesson. Of course,...

I learn to work for a living Work! What, real work? Not just holiday jobs for pocket money? Well, that really was a jolt. It shouldn’t...

After my adventures around a midnight assignation with the girls from the swimming pool (described in previous blog post) you might think...

September 1955 - I start at St Peters RC Grammar School for boys in Merrow (I tried hard to find an image of the old St Peters badge...

“Wait till your father gets home.” was the classic phrase guaranteed to send my sister and I scurrying to our respective rooms where we...

There was of course a home life and and I was also learning (gradually) to be a bit independent. Moulds where my father worked is the one...

Thanks for coming back. Following my book extract last week about life on the council estate in those early days when I even discovered...

Thanks so much for the interest and all the comments on last two posts. Having caught your attention with the last little story of my...