Tag: Memoir

Beneath a Mexican Sky

When Paradise Calls.     It was May 1996.  I was twenty-four going on twenty-five years of age.  John Major was the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and I felt like I had my whole life ahead of me.  I had spent half of January and pretty much all of February in Australia.  That was…

Witnessing Movie History

I was allowed to sit in the Director’s chair!  This chair was made of light wood and was foldable.  It had black material for the seat and the back rest was of the same black material but with one difference; in bold white capital letters, the word ‘DIRECTOR’.  This was no ordinary chair.  Here, in…

Kangaroo Hops

The idea of it, filled me with excitement.  “Yes, I’m serious, mate” he added.  “I can Supervise trainees and so this is no different.  I guess I should run it by my Boss, but I know you’ll do just fine.  I trust you and I know you’ll be okay”.  I wondered whether this meant he might…

Idols of the Manor

I fully expected that I would have to take off my boots.  As we did so, taking the lead from our friends, my Partner and I managed to cram our boots into the small racks that had been set up outside the entrance to the Manor.  I felt sure that I would not find my…

Dead Poets and Therapy in the Written Word

In 2015 my Partner and I, with two friends and their dog (her name is Caddy), had decided upon a day boating on The Broads; a delightful and extensive waterway in the counties of Suffolk and Norfolk, here in England.  We hired a boat that we picked up at Suffolk’s Oulten Broad and off we set. Having…

Stunts and Submarines

I remember feeling excited.  What little boy doesn’t like going to the office with his Dad and getting the chance to see where his Dad works?  Well, I was no different.  It was all very exciting yet, as we approached the gated entrance, everything looked austere, official and rather foreboding, to me.   My Dad has…

From Sheep to Theatreland

Theatreland.  Covent Garden. Some friends of ours own a couple of properties in Covent Garden and kindly offered us use of one of them; a delightful studio apartment in Neal Street.  A weekend away.  Perfect. I had noticed some anxiety rising at the idea of travelling on Public Transport.  This was largely due to the…