Monday, 7 June 2010

A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu.

Oh God, now I definitely know who Johnny Hunter is. And what he's talking about.


  1. And are you going to spill?

  2. I have to have some time to recover from the embarrassment first!

  3. Brilliant.

    Wish I had a bike shed moment to recall though - rather than re-living it vicariously through yours. In instalments.

    Hang on ... seem to remember there was a moment or two in the shadow of the wendy house when I was knee-high to a kneecap. Involved girl from over fence at bottom of garden (same age & curiosity plus winsome grubbiness). Promised to get married too. First of many broken. Shame on some (but not all) counts.

  4. All I can say is that I must have been wearing gin-and-orange glasses at that moment, bearing in mind Johnny's teenaged appearance and the fact that he showed no signs of International Directorship of a Global Oil Company at the time.