The physicist Leo Szilard once announced to his friend Hans Bethe thathe was thinking of keeping a diary, “I don’t intend to publish. I am merely going to record the facts for the information of God”.
“Don’t you think God knows the facts?” Bethe asked.
“Yes” said Szilard “He knows the facts, but He does not know this version of the facts“
Cue rustic “Aarrrh!”
I say from this perspective. And leave God out of it whoever she is.
OldFenBoy gone good or bad according to perspective, yup.
It were the Acid Smoke Rocknroll long hair travel and education wot done it. originally a boisterous ‘normal’ little village boy, ie a bourgeois squire’s second son acculturated with the prejudices of his time and class. How else?
Born on riverbank goes from fen village school via scholarship to boarding Grammar where not happy and eventually
“this boy cannot hope to pass more than three ‘O’ levels ” says headmaster and “if he comes back next term I shall have to ask him to leave”.
So seven winters of freezing family farmingup and down tractoring flat fields until… Young Farmers is enough, suddenly its the sixties!
Multicoloured and happening and our hero drops out for months in the London wilderness…and tripping around Cambridge sloughing off with psychopharmacological assistance certain social conditioning, so in tune with the tenor of the times, oh blame those technicolour sixties.
Then decides on Cambridge Tech. Nine months makes three ‘A’ levels and enough for Cardiff Uni. Yup. Economics bohemian anti-apartheid demos, debates president & more study, reading arguing and fun in Welsh rain.
Two years and exchange scholarship to Washington State Uni., USA. Whoohee and whoopee and even a Yeeha!. Anti-war protests, up Nixon, sociology ecology criminology etc and back to finish Cardiff BSc Econ and into Cambridge Uni as Criminology Research graduate on drug use so to speak. The little innocent village boy is no longer.
Exciting run to Morocco…twice
This and that, back to Camb Uni for Cert Ed, up and down, some rum stuff, ducking and diving, market trader, marry, divorce, meditate, train as psychodynamic therapist and rear family in Fens, charity manager and now….retired…thinking…idling…writing…still caring…in this mad, mad world…
Sheebang…enuff of this puffery.