When I started this, I was planning to lay it all out in chronological order.
It seems that this may not work, as I am now having random memories pop into my head about all sorts of things, so while I will try to keep it in order, I will be bouncing back and forth from primary school years to college years and back again as the memories come.
While my stories will pretty much involve me, I kinda want it to be more about my era. That is, from 1970ish to starting college in 1978 (Thank you Debbie) moving on to entering the work force (none of that university hooha for me), through to reaching fully responsible adulthood……..hopefully some time soon.
I’m pretty sure how I remember things will pretty much be how other people of this era remember them too.
That said, I’m going to be sharing some stories that are not common knowledge…..of course, these stories will involve another person who just happened to look identical to me.
I also want this to pretty much lay it out to teenagers and young adults that what they get up to is not new, they are not inventing the shit they do, we all did it.
We did it, our parents did it, their parents did it.
Of course we all THOUGHT we were the first to do it while we were actually doing it.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about you must have lived a very sheltered life.

So, I’m sure this will be a load of boring old bollocks for a lot of people.I’m also sure that the people I grew up with around the North Beach area, and indeed those who grew up in those ‘other’ parts of Kapiti around the same time will see similarities and it may even jog a few of their own memories, good and bad.

What this isn’t meant to be, is an accurate account of times and dates. If I mention a date, it will likely be approximate.
If a date is important to the telling of a particular story, I will research it to make sure it’s correct.
Otherwise, it very probably doesn’t matter a fuck what the date was, it’s just a memory.

Finally, please feel free to share my ramblings with others if you think they may be interested.

Until next time, when Peter Giles and Terry the Tickler will feature prominently.

As much as I respected that man, the fucker did not like it when a kid was better at padda tennis (Or should that be paddle tennis…..I never really knew)  than he was and then stood up to him.