Home James

My Jameson grandmother would never say “home James and don’t spare the horses” when I was at the wheel.

Vietnam Revisited

You may have noticed I’m becoming mildly obsessed with my investments as a bit of light relief from reading and doing crosswords. This breaks one of my rules: don’t look.

Pop and Peas

My sister briefly worked for Shirley Abicair, Zither Time. I found myself at lunch on Sunday boasting I’d been on holiday with Ringo Starr’s secretary in Croatia.

School Stories

Inappropriate crying is something I do. I never squeeze out a drop at funerals and seldom at operas.

The Last of Uptake

Published in 1942 by BT Batsford Ltd, The Last of Uptake does not take the knee to wartime economies.

The Great Depression

Many years ago I was dining with friends when the doorbell went. Who could it be so late?

New Friends

Three or four mornings a week I drive out on the M4 to Cranford Park with Bertie. The park is sandwiched between the motorway and the north runway at Heathrow.

A Whiff of Cedar Wood

There was no post yesterday because I was busy doing a time-consuming chore; tidying the cellar.

Snakes and Ladders

I’m glad I still keep a hard copy of financial transactions that may eventually have tax implications. They are stored in this wonderfully retro ring-binder rescued by me as my grandfather was about to throw it on a bonfire. Now look inside.