Thanks for the comments and all the views for my last post. My friend in that post is no longer around. He was such a character and I was only thinking about him the other day.
We were born in 1963 and there was still much celebrating and play acting about the World War Two victory. We would buy the Victor comic, dig fox holes and make guns out of wood and fought each other in "Japs and Commando" battles and of course the times he or me would run down the street, arms stretched. Pretending to be a Spitfire shooting down a Messerschmidt.
Anyway I was on one of my strolls (eight miles) the other day and I met an oldish looking man. He thought I was a tourist but he couldn't work out my accent. I told him that people in shops often ask me how long am I on holiday here?
"Seventeen and a half years".
That's my usual reply.
We must of been talking for nearly an hour. We talked about literature, travel (he' was in the Merchant Navy), Brexit (not again!) the British Atlantic fleet being based over on Beara, across the water from us. We got on like an house on fire.
Then he asked me if I had hear of the Spitfire ace: Paddy Finucane. He told me he use to have a Shamrock painted (emblazoned) on his plane. I rushed home and Googled: "Irish Spitfire Ace."Paddy was born in Dublin. His mother was English and his father fought in the 1916 Dublin Rising. Paddy joined the RAF and fought in the Battle of Britain and was shot down by machine gun fire, but not by an enemy plane the rest is history. What a guy and so, so brave.
I have mentioned Public Broadcasting, the band before. Here's a very appropriate track of theirs:
We were born in 1963 and there was still much celebrating and play acting about the World War Two victory. We would buy the Victor comic, dig fox holes and make guns out of wood and fought each other in "Japs and Commando" battles and of course the times he or me would run down the street, arms stretched. Pretending to be a Spitfire shooting down a Messerschmidt.
Anyway I was on one of my strolls (eight miles) the other day and I met an oldish looking man. He thought I was a tourist but he couldn't work out my accent. I told him that people in shops often ask me how long am I on holiday here?
"Seventeen and a half years".
That's my usual reply.
We must of been talking for nearly an hour. We talked about literature, travel (he' was in the Merchant Navy), Brexit (not again!) the British Atlantic fleet being based over on Beara, across the water from us. We got on like an house on fire.
Then he asked me if I had hear of the Spitfire ace: Paddy Finucane. He told me he use to have a Shamrock painted (emblazoned) on his plane. I rushed home and Googled: "Irish Spitfire Ace."Paddy was born in Dublin. His mother was English and his father fought in the 1916 Dublin Rising. Paddy joined the RAF and fought in the Battle of Britain and was shot down by machine gun fire, but not by an enemy plane the rest is history. What a guy and so, so brave.
I am going to buy a book about him. Perhaps I may get it for a Christmas present, hint, hint!
I have mentioned Public Broadcasting, the band before. Here's a very appropriate track of theirs:

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