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Behind the Lines
Recently, there have been several articles on the major engagements in World War II, and it occurred to me that some Puffins might be interested in learning about the behind the scenes support of our [more…]
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Postcard From The World Trade Center
Noticeable by a distinctive crown feature atop an impressive fifty stories, the Woolworth Building sits at 233 Broadway in the Lower Manhattan financial district of New York City. Built as the headquarters of F W [more…]
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My Legends of Pop Music – Part Nine – The Hollies
If I get this right, there will be many cover versions by future bands. I shall try and link live versions if they exist from the tellybox or a film, the sound quality may not [more…]
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The Road to Karachi
To a newspaperman, I suppose, the real excitement of a special assignment is its glorious uncertainty. Like lightning, it never strikes the same place twice. A couple of summers ago I was sunbathing on the [more…]
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The French Are Revolting
On Monday, July 12th, Oberfuerher E. Minus MacRunt’s inveterate psychopathy morphed into full blown psychosis. He had his lackeys dig out the 1942 ordinance below, whited out the word “Jew”, replaced it with “Unvaksinated Vurmin”, [more…]
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My Legends of Pop Music – Part Eight – The Seekers
My Legends of Pop Music – Part Eight – The Seekers If I get this right, there will be many cover versions by future bands. I shall try and link live versions if they exist [more…]
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The Secret of the Loch
This is another article by my Uncle, John Alldridge. In addition to writing for the Manchester Evening News, he also wrote many articles for the BBC (back in the 50s and 60s when it was [more…]
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The Desert War – August 1941
August 1941 was extraordinarily quiet in the theatres we are concentrating on. This month it is only news from Libya and precious little of it there is. But things were happening in Italy. In Tobruk [more…]
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Albert Ball – The Angel-Faced Killer
Breakfast His place was laid, The messroom clock struck eight The sun shone through the window On his chair. No one commented on his fate, Save for a headshake here and there; Only old George [more…]