This page contains links to family photographs dating from the late 1950s to my leaving England for the Far East in Summer 1971.
|A passport picture of my mother, taken in 1962.|
|Me, taken in a photo booth, in Summer (looks like) 1961 (I'm guessing).|
|How many famous people have you seen in the flesh? My lifetime total is probably a tick or two higher than average just by virtue
of having lived in and around London and New York City for so long.
Even as a teen in backwoods Northampton, though, there were some brushes with greatness. When Ella Fitzgerald performed in nearby Leicester, one of the masters at Northampton School for Boys organized a trip. No photographs of me at the event survive, but here's the poster for it. The date is February 28th, 1962.
|This one I can definitely date. It's a passport picture, August 1962.|
|In Summer 1963 I went on a trip to Austria sponsored by the Anglo-Austrian society. This is at Alt Aussee, in the Austrian Alps.|
|Uncle Jack (Knowles) and Auntie Gwen at the wedding of their daughter Vicky.|
|F. Knowles is obviously a relative, and this looks like the 1960s, but I have no clue why it is among my papers.|
|Oh dear. This is me in hippie style, sometime in the mid-1960s.|
|That's Muswell Hill center, in north London. I was living there in March 1965. The other two fellows were friends from the neighborhood. The one in the middle was named Tony Garnett. The other was a Welshman whose name I have forgotten. We used to go out drinking; then sit up all night; then, in the small hours, go and clamber around the rooftops. I forget why …|
|In the Fall of 1967 I took a job teaching at a boys' school near Liverpool. The school had a CCF (= Combined Cadet Force) contingent. I'd been a member of the CCF in my own schooldays, so they asked me to help out. "We'll have to get you a Commission, though …" Here I am (third from left in front row) passing out from my officer training course at Frimley Park, near Aldershot. It was a very short course — one week, I think — and my subsequent military duties were not arduous: coaxing schoolboys to run up and down mountains, mostly. The commission was perfectly genuine, though. According to official Ministry of Defence records, I served two years with the colours, service number 485951, properly gazetted going in and coming out. I believe I am still on some reserve list, should the mother country be in mortal peril — Category Z-99, I should think. A bit of a joke, but I'm still going to say militavi non sine gloria.|
|Taken in Liverpool, 1968 or 1969.|
|A passport picture dated April 1969.|
|Me, my girlfriend Enid, my friend Alan Van, and Alan's daughter Julie, on a trip to north Wales in 1969.|
|My brother Noel with his two boys (Robert standing, Peter on horseback), dated on the back "7th June 1969."|
|Me and Enid again, in the garden at 62 Friars Avenue. I think this was 1970.|