14 November 2010
There were 15 members and the head honcho, Nik, on Wednesday. Subject of the day was Where were you when.....?
Hence the piccies, as these three gentlemen tend to be amongst the top memories for people of our generation.
Before cutting to the chase, a piece of major information.
An executive decision was made that our Christmas lunch will be on December 22 after that day´s meeting at the Olympia Restaurant. Details as to guests, cost, menu etc are still to be decided. Just look in your diaries and make sure that the date is OK for you. We have preliminarily booked for 20.
Mary S´s piece centred round where she was when Elvis, Kennedy, Gagarin and other people were in the news, bringing up memories from most of us.
Anne G´s recollection was of 1966 when she moved into a new home and was watching the world cup.
John E read a moving poem about the 7/7 London bombings and the memorial to the victims which was placed in Hyde Park.
Cynthia´s memory was of being in a car leaving hospital and hearing about the 9/11 collapse of the Twin Towers. Her own problems and irritations were brought into perspective with a vengeance.
The other members gave a variety of pieces not linked to the day´s theme.
John Major read a further episode about Joe who, we learned, liked "pleasuring himself in the bathroom". A few coffees went down the wrong way until it was made clear that he was addicted to the (for him) joy of blackhead squeezing.
John McGregor read a short story about the people on a cruise ship, centering primarily on Arthur , described as a one-eyed randy bugger. The story needed a bit of lopping and tightening but had good moments and was deemed worthy of tinkering with.
Chris cannot think of anything but hips at the moment and doled out another episode on husband´s fracture.
Mary K, in a forward planning mode, gave us a poem on Christmas and all it entails in organising.
Glynn read the synopsis of his story "Flight From Kandahar". He has upped it from a short story of 1500 words to novella length of 32,000 words.
Brenda, departing from her novel read a piece about a rescue dog called Rex.
See you next week. Don´t forget 22 December!!!!!