Himself

 

With my dear new friend, John Caslione, who I had only just met 10 minutes previously, at the Windmill. Jeremy grabbed this picture because I was drinking a half-pint and he wanted evidence (real men don’t eat quiche and they don’t drink half pints!)

At my sister’s in northern California during the 5 days I was there April of 2008 after Dad died, having just set up my new iMac so I could then set hers up properly. Wearing the same football jersey that I bought at Target in the nearby town of Auburn that Lynne had a go at me about on the patio of the polo club a year later! Note the ever-ready box of Cheez-its on the left.

With the charming Flying Scotsman at the Goodwood Revival

Franky...please forgive me using this photo as you are talking to Gordon who is taking the picture when he snapped it...but it’s the only one I have of the three of us. There’s a lovely one of you on your page!

In Grahame’s tent at the Master’s with a girl named Sarah

With Gary and Franky at their 40th...my first day at at the polo club. I don’t know the girl, sadly

With John and Jeremy inside

the White Horse where Fru and I used to sit

With John outside the White Horse! And the polo club!

Eccles?


“I told you I was ill”


At Spike Milligan’s grave, the Great Goon himself. Winchelsea, East Sussex.

He once said about his life, “When I look back, the fondest memory I have

is not really of the Goons;

it is of a girl called Julia with enormous breasts!” 

With polo Rachael at the Halloween Haunt