History
The Road Back to Normandy
In May 1954 my uncle John Alldridge returned to Normandy. This is his report for the Manchester Evening News. The lines at the end are by A E Housman They are building a new motor [more…]
History
20th Century
How I Became A Sex Worker
In the late Seventies I spent a couple of years in Amsterdam. Whilst I was there, for a time I was employed as a Sex Worker. Right. That got your attention, didn’t it? Oh, don’t [more…]
Arts
The Year Turns, Part Eight
Mabon The autumnal equinox is an important turning point in the year. The hours of day and night are balanced, indicating that the light half of the year is drawing to a close, heralding the [more…]
19th Century
Mystery Album, Part One
A mystery album has fallen into my possession presenting a number of fascinating puzzles and thus far unanswered questions. Featuring a family, most certainly of wealth and importance, no captions are written beneath or on [more…]
20th Century
My Legends of Pop Music – Part Ten – The Rolling Stones
My Legends of Pop Music – Part Ten – The Rolling Stones First though: RIP Charlie Watts. 24 August 2021 If I get this right, there will be many cover versions by future bands. I [more…]
20th Century
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…]
20th Century
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…]
20th Century
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…]
20th Century
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…]