Saturday, March 31, 2012

Today was the day for the old and the new of Liverpool. The old being friends of many years and the new being two more fine Museums down at the waterfront, near The Three Graces. In one of these - museums, not Graces - there was a fine exhibition of Roger McGough's witty poetry, called Doors. Well worth a visit, if you're anywhere near the city. Roger shares a birthday with me and there may be something else; like both me and the historian of Spain, Paul Preston, he attended a Christian Brothers College near Liverpool. And he mentions a Brother Ryan, implying he was perhaps a little aggressive. Not to say brutal.This is a chap whom Paul Preston and I talked about a couple of years ago, over a lunch in Galicia. He once strapped me at the start of a class and when I asked him why, he said "It's for all the trouble you're going to cause me during this lesson." But anyway, it does seem that all three of suffered at the hands of Brother Ryan. But I will ask Roger to confirm this.

And now, something I haven't included for a while - a foto. But not just any old foto; it's one of me, standing in front of my childhood council house home. It looks a lot better than it did back then but it still has the window out of which I used to squeeze before shinning down the pole and then crossing the nearby golf course to meet my pals on the sandhills near the sea. And back up and in again sometime before dawn. Happy days.


Azra said...

Great photo. Incidentally, we could never squeeze through windows to go gallivanting into the night... not with all the burglar bars. This is South Africa after all :)

And you don't want to know how many times I've either landed or almost landed bum on floor with those annoying fold up seats on the bus.

Colin said...

Many thanks, Azra. And happy birthday.

kraal said...

Hi Colin, yes we attended primary school together a life-time ago. I remember visiting your home in the photo and the two claymore swords we could hardly lift as kids.

Colin said...

Hi, Kevin. Yes, those swords (my father used to say) were ceremonial swords he'd picked up (along with an impressive-looking dagger) when he'd been in Germany towards the end of the war. They'd been lent to the 28th. for a Bonnie Prince Charlie sketch (in which I had one line) and never found their way back to the house. They used to be kept in a large cupboard in the bedroom I shared with my brother John.

The line I had was "The lady Flora McDonald is here to see you, Sir." In a Scottish accent, of course. I was brilliant.

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