Drat, drat and thrice drat

[caddyman]

My efforts to procure a TARDIS from e-bay have been thwarted by someone with even less common sense than me.

The bugger. How dare he?

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[nyarbaggytep.livejournal.com]

*grins*
The Cad.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

My thorts exactly. The swine. ;-)

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Do you remember a fellow named Andrew Hibbert? He was a year younger than ourselves, at school (probably still is...), and I shared a house with him and his odious younger brother in the mid-'80s, just a few miles from where you now live, in lovely Wood Green. He once converted a wardrobe into an accurate replica of the TARDIS, complete with a revolving light on top. What a shame he and said brother couldn't bugger off in it, and fall through a rift in the time-space continuum.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

I remember the name, but I can't put a face to it anymore.

Other than old Percy Bradley, do you have good memories about anyone we knew back then?

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Am I that scathing? I suppose I am! And that is a bloody good question.

Of course I remember Nigel Burton with affection, also Richard Seymour Whiteley. Some others were perfectly affable fellows, like Pat Dixon, N Wormald, N Broad, Stephen Cooper, Guy Biddulph, Alec Clarke, Ian Pritchard, D Wassell, and I got along well with some of the chaps a year younger than us, like Peter Mitchell, Stephen Lawrence and Toni Heath (with whom I was in a band later on, and we did several gigs, mostly in the Shrewsbury area).

Mostly one remembers those with whom one was particularly friendly, and those who were particularly unpleasant. The others who were affable but with whom one did not associate much fade into the background, pretty much like they did at the time. For instance Richard Jones, David Beynon, Richard Johnson, Roger Holmes, Gary Davies, David Preston, etc. Reasonable chaps, but not likely to be discussed by us in the same glowing terms as our friends or as biliously as our enemies.