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Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 2

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And that one Beatles song that for me is the best is… Well, before the song, some more scene setting. This is the image in my mind that the song often returns me to. A weekday morning at some point in 1967. It must have been a school holiday as me and my brother were not at school and dad was at work. In those days we had a duffle bag full of toy cars – matchbox cars, dinky toys, all sorts of motor vehicles, all shapes and sizes and many of them scratched and with buckled wheels. Newer cars … Continue reading Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 2

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Four Matches

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‘I done it,’ he called up the stairs. ‘I used four matches – all at once,’ he added. I zipped up and charged down, a deep bass drum pounded inside my chest, and there it was, in all of its flickering amber glory, growing, climbing the sooted chimney, before my white-soled sandal stomped its frightened authority on paper and kindling. As it crackled and spat, and fire clung to my scarred sole, extinguished only by a dance on the tiled hearth, and I asked, ‘What d’you do that for?’ And my little brother replied, ‘Coz you couldn’t do it with … Continue reading Four Matches

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How I Loved

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How I loved those cosy winter evenings, with the screeching wind  slamming rain onto the living-room window. Me and my brother in pyjamas,  dressing-gowns pulled tight, snuggled into the warmth of our mum,  as she hugged us close, and heat from the glowing coals  tingled my unslippered toes. But how I hated the rolling of the closing credits of the latest Columbo mystery, knowing it was nearly time to leave the only heated room in the house. Continue reading How I Loved