1981. The End Of The World.

Sadly the 2013 heat wave is over and the sound of heavy rain outside the door brings back memories of many interrupted youthful summer days.  The drops hit the concrete.  At first they evaporate, flicking up the dust, until the deluge pours off the paths and in to the gutters.  One minute you’re eating an ice cream in the blazing sun, and the next you’re huddled in a doorway wishing you’d brought a coat. 

Through the echoes of time I can hear my father saying that it’s just as well,…

Read more…
Our apologies. Instagram is not configured






About Me:

Think like a Roundhead, dress like a Cavalier.

Top 5 tunes at the moment:

Baby Its You: The Shirelles. Please, Please, Please. James Brown. Daddy Rollin' Stone. Ottis Blackwell. Riders On The Storm. The Doors. That's Why The Lady Is A tramp: Frank Sinatra.

Vespa, Lambretta or other?