OldFenBoy has a take on this mad mad world, as do we all, so for his exercise in rustic retirement where he was born and mostly lived, and for general entertainment, he is recording it herein, and publicising.
Who is this hairy old beast from the flatlands north of Cambridge, slouching towards…Bethlehem?
Who is OldFenBoy?
Cue rustic “Aarrrh!”
OldFenBoy gone good or bad according to perspective, yup.
It were the Acid Smoke Rocknroll long hair travel and education wot done it.
Born on riverbank goes from fen village school via scholarship to 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 farming up 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.
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 etc and back to finish Cardiff BSc Econ and into Cambridge Uni as Criminology Research graduate on drug use so to speak.
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, train as therapist and rearing family in Fens, charity manager and now….retired…
Sheebang…enuff of this puffery, must get down to writing my psychedelic grandad book.