I was born in 1939 BC.
That’s ‘Before Computers’.
Luckily I survived the following events in my life, such as
World War II, The London Blitz, Rationing, and worst of all… Archbishop Temple’s School.
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
I became ‘a family’. Which meant that I sort of missed the ‘swinging sixties’, but still managed to look a complete prat in the 70s, just like everyone else.
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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…….Entries.Posted by Big John on December 18, 2020
Last year I didn’t post my usual Christmas greeting due to being preoccupied with a major family crisis: and, this year, it hardly seems appropriate to indulge in all that “Ho! Ho! Ho!” frivolity when in the middle of a terrible pandemic, and, at a time, when we should all be concentrating on protecting ourselves and our loved ones. So, this year, my message is don’t hug granny and …
“stay frosty!”
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