MY PUSH bike is back in action as I attempt to shift two stone and a similar number of decades and last week I found myself cycling up my old stomping ground of Pevensey Road.
I grew up in the busy town centre road back in the days when it was the heart of guest house land with hanging baskets outside and SAGA holidaymakers enjoying traditional bed and breakfast hospitality.
As I puffed and panted up the road trying to blow the cobwebs away I noticed a lady (whose name I later discovered was Debbie) in the garden of my childhood home so stopped and told her how I had lived there from the early 1970s to 1985.
Once she was sure I wasn’t some bonkers character, she invited me in and gave me a tour of my old house which was surreal and brought back some lovely memories of my childhood with my parents who have both since passed away. Half an hour later – and with a promise I would return with photographs of how it looked back in those days – I was on my way feeling strangely content.
My next stops on my trip down Memory Lane are in Cavendish Place, Kingfisher Drive and Bridgemere Road so if you see a 40-something wheezing, sweaty nightmare in lycra wobbling up your driveway on a bike, please stick the kettle on.
I WAS one of the 20,000 revellers who crammed into Princes Park for the closing ceremony of the Olympic Games last month and it was an amazing night and one that will stay in the minds of many people for ever.
So when I heard the council’s events team was putting on a similar spectacle on the Wish Tower slopes I thought I would take the Little Princess and Ginger Prince for the closing of the Paralympics.
While the bar marquee was its usual salubrious venue with its charming staff, there were sadly only a handful of people who turned out to watch the closing ceremony on the giant screen.
Whether it was the cooler temperatures or the threat of rain that put people off I don’t know. But it was a shame it wasn’t as well supported as the previous closing ceremony – and it was left to me and my chums to avail of the hospitality.
SAD news for the little treasures at St Thomas a Becket infant and junior schools when they returned after the long summer holidays to find their lollipop man Mr Andrade had died during the break.
He may not have been popular among the drivers but he was adored by the children and parents and he will be very sadly missed. Our thoughts are with his family.
I AM well known for losing things and last Friday was no different when I lost my wallet between the town centre and the pub. Many thanks to massage therapist Mari-Anne, who discovered my wallet in the road, took it back to work with her at Lushington Chiropractic and called Beckett Towers to say it had been found.