Chronicle of a Croydon Boy

The Queen's family are all joining her at her home in Balmoral, Scotland.   Her Majesty's doctors have issued a statement regarding ...

  "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me." True? or not? NOT TRUE. This old adage was often used by ma...

  The Queen's husband has died, peacefully in his sleep.  He had a long and full life, just short of a century-long by a couple of month...

Playing the Trump game has proved the truism that "Power corrupts. Absolute Power corrupts absolutely".  The destruction, death an...

This is probably one of Philip Larkin's best-known poems. Short and to the point.  He was, in my opinion, one of a kind in the truest...

I'm learning the foxtrot at Jimmy Quinn's Dance School in, South Croydon. This is supposedly the most difficult of all the ballroom ...

Let's know what you think. If anything...

January 1954. I had requested an overseas posting, stating a preference for Hong Kong or other far-flung areas. The request was granted...

I spend time thinking of all those I've known and loved, many of whom are long departed from this increasingly hazardous world of ours. ...

This lady is one of my absolute favourites. She's stunning. Talented is not quite strong enough to describe her. She speaks quite a fe...

Above snapshot is of our tiny front garden, after I had spent nigh on a grand having all the grotty weedy grass dug out and replaced by pl...

As this 'festive' season approaches, far too soon, I am frequently harking back to those days when love and excitement made life so ...

I'm worried.  It's Clare, my artistic and hardworking young daughter. She has had major eye surgery on her left eye and minor surger...

My granddaughter, Sarah-Sophia, now lives in Mauritius with her husband Biljan, a barrister. They met during Sarah-Sophia's uni years at...

The USA is having a big vote soon, the Brits are also soon to have one: European referendum.  Each is an important vote. The US Presidenti...

​ ​​My poor old minces aint wot they used t' be, even wiv me new bins to 'elp me out. You may not understand as my vernacular is o...

I dunno what's got me so reflective of late. Getting older I guess. Whilst hopping through Twitter this evening I came across an item ...

Only three years ago we, Pat and I, were living in a stunningly beautiful area of Britain - the Scottish Borders. We moved to take up a po...