Hello Ken,
I think I remember you as having a dental practice in Thornbury?
I played for Cotham Park 1964 to 1967 and an enduring memory of you is when we had congregated in a hotel bedroom in Bristol, for what reason I don't remember but might have been socialising with a touring team, and you gave a rousing rendition of "Auntie Mary had a canary up the leg of her draws ........", repeated many times to counter of the chagrin of your then wife.
I was sad to hear of the passing of Dave Jones. I remember discussing his doubts about his imminent move to a West Indies island, I thought, but seems might have been Fiji according to another comment, in some legal role. Also sad to hear of John Nutton's passing who was a lovely very straight laced man who dismissed the then modern music as jungle music; I last saw him in 1970 when we had a drink in a hotel he was staying at in Stevenage - which he typically described as the 'concrete arsehole' of England.
I retired 3 years ago and celebrated with a cycle ride across Canada, Pacific to Atlantic. I was in IT and moved from Bristol to Maidenhead in 1967 and then on to Ealing, Bedford, and Watford before settling in St Albans with my second wife in 1978.
Hope you are keeping well,
Stan Collins
Hello Ken, I think I remember
Hello Ken,
I think I remember you as having a dental practice in Thornbury?
I played for Cotham Park 1964 to 1967 and an enduring memory of you is when we had congregated in a hotel bedroom in Bristol, for what reason I don't remember but might have been socialising with a touring team, and you gave a rousing rendition of "Auntie Mary had a canary up the leg of her draws ........", repeated many times to counter of the chagrin of your then wife.
I was sad to hear of the passing of Dave Jones. I remember discussing his doubts about his imminent move to a West Indies island, I thought, but seems might have been Fiji according to another comment, in some legal role. Also sad to hear of John Nutton's passing who was a lovely very straight laced man who dismissed the then modern music as jungle music; I last saw him in 1970 when we had a drink in a hotel he was staying at in Stevenage - which he typically described as the 'concrete arsehole' of England.
I retired 3 years ago and celebrated with a cycle ride across Canada, Pacific to Atlantic. I was in IT and moved from Bristol to Maidenhead in 1967 and then on to Ealing, Bedford, and Watford before settling in St Albans with my second wife in 1978.
Hope you are keeping well,
Stan Collins