I was not able to make the official reunion on our recent annual pilgrimage to Europe/UK, but did manage to catch up with a couple of old schoolmates I hadn't seen for 50 years.
Terry Marston had to get the waiter to point me out when he came to the rather grand dining room at the George Hotel in Stamford - 50 years had obviously changed us more than we had suspected. But with a couple of glasses of red the years disappeared and we spent a couple of very pleasant hours before Terry had to drive off into the night and I had to stagger upstairs to bed.
A few days later Roger Manton and I had less difficulty recognising each other in the bar at the Rising Sun at Little Hampden, Bucks. Perhaps being the only blokes in the bar at the appointed hour might have had something to do with it. Anyway, if you read this, Roger, please note that the many pints of cider I forced down did me no good at all. The residual effect of the reds with Terry and the many pints talking to total strangers in a dozen pubs or more combined to force me to seek treatment for gout at Stoke Mandeville hospital. Anyone who knows the medication will testify to the need to stay near a dunny. So much for the Eurostar to Paris, which pleased my wife no end.
In both meetings the talk was as much about today and tomorrow as about yesterday, which is probably the way it should be.
Glad you're both home sain et sauf, Paul. This was my second reunion in 3 days and - wow - how people change in 50 (yes fifty!!) years. Paul and I were in the same 1st form and parted company in 1957 when he had a clear idea of what he wanted to do with his life - and I stayed on because I didn't have a mind to make up. Our meeting recently occurred when I was on the return leg of a dad's trip to Colchester from Lincoln stopping off at Paul's luxurious choice of restaurant in Stamford. The talk came easy - there must have been some ingredient in the kbgs mix that makes a re-encounter easy. Thanks, Paul, for letting me know where you would be and for being so dismissing of my embarrassment at barging in on your table. Shame Roger couldn't make the same evening.Look forward to the next time!