‘Where’s your dad, Dennis?’ said one of the dart-players, ordering himself another pint. ‘Gone to the pictures,’ said Dennis. He drew the pint generously, letting some of the beer slop into the catch-all. ‘Your go, Jim,’ said David Mander, marking h...
Press photographers flashed their bulbs as the delegates arrived, flashed them as they assembled round the long table, flashed them again as the Minister arrived to make his opening speech. Then the journalists were asked to leave and the conference got down to business. W...
The coat not only kept me warm, but was something of a status symbol. It reminded people that I had done my national service in the Navy, the proud senior service, while the vast majority of my contemporaries had had to plod through their two years as what we cuttingly called ‘pongos.’ Although I...