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    I was born in 1939 BC.
    That’s ‘Before Computers’.

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    World War II, The London Blitz, Rationing, and worst of all… Archbishop Temple’s School.

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    During the mid 1950s I was enjoying Rock ‘n’ Roll and being a first generation teenager, when suddenly, just like Elvis, I found myself in uniform during ‘The Cold War’…and then

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    During the ‘Thatcher Years’ I lost my hair and a lot of people lost a good deal more. My career fluctuated to say the least as I was demoted, promoted, fired and hired a number of times, but still I managed to stagger on into a welcome retirement and to celebrate 60 years of happy marriage.

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Archive for June 27th, 2017

“Never complain. Never explain” .. Benjamin Disraeli

Posted by Big John on June 27, 2017

HRH .. ‘His Royal Harryness’ .. From ‘hence forward’ to be known as ‘The Ginger Whinger of Windsor’ has decided not to join us peasants in the real world out of loyalty to his dear old gran, ‘er Maj’.

It comes as no great surprise to me that he wishes to stay in the highly privileged sycophantic world of ‘royal fantasy land’, where he can play polo, be pampered, piss about all day (with Megan ?) and live in a palace rather than take responsibility for his own life and get a proper job.

If he loved life in the army so much, why doesn’t he return to the military life. He would soon be promoted and his gran could pin a few more medals on his chest, as there is bound to be another war coming along soon, and he could once again take a couple of  ‘brief tours’ surrounded by SAS bodyguards and play at being “Hero Harry”, instead of being just another hedonistic …

… ‘Hooray Henry’ !

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