Alone

You used to sit next to me. I talked to you. (I didn’t know you). You stood next to me. We queued together. (I asked you about your family). We complained to each other about the fare. We talked all the way to town. Sometimes even about the weather. We drank coffee together. “One lump … More Alone

There (and back) to See How Far It Is

Stages Stops Requests Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? We all went by bus. It’s Quicker by Bus. They told us that. Everywhere. Along with Schweppervescence. And Guernsey Toms. Adverts on the buses themselves. And rude advertisements (It’s better with Mustard) and (It’s better with butter) all in the days before people believed the publicity (believed in … More There (and back) to See How Far It Is

Owning the Road

Owning the Road You: Love driving; Luuuuurve your fast car… I: Love driving; Love my fast car… You: Luuurrrrve the “open road”; Luuuuurve Driving; Luuuuurve your fast car… I: Love driving; Love my fast car… You: Wanna own the road; Do own the road; Feel Protected; Luuurrrrve the “open road”; Luuuuurve Driving; Luuuuurve your fast … More Owning the Road

TV NOW

TV. The Box. The Telly. Getting square eyed. Getting Goggle Eyed. We loved it. We love it. Everybody Loved It. We talked about it. The next day. We carried last night in our heads. We reenacted it. In school. In those great spaces (before the next charlatan turned up)(“Who Have We Got Next?”) (“What have … More TV NOW

Glossop and Hadfield (Day Return) or A Trip in the Eighties…

or “All Stations to Hadfield”… I like wikipedia. Sometimes it isn’t correct though. Another problem is that it always sounds authoritative. But sometimes it is mistaken. Like the information about the trains to Glossop in the 1980s. So here are some extra facts:- The service with the Class 506 units was very good. Towards the … More Glossop and Hadfield (Day Return) or A Trip in the Eighties…

About John Betjeman

Later on one learns what one likes; amibguity; what makes one laugh; what makes one smile wryly; what makes one sad; what makes one grateful; uplifted; and one day comes a time to choose – books of one’s own; opinions of one’s own; perhaps even a gentle humility of a kind. So is life. Thus … More About John Betjeman