I want to go home

 This was my life.. the grey grime of eighties youth.. and Margret thatcher !. Did you see the sinews and tendons of a shrapnel blasted leg?. I remember " los malvinas".. the Falkland war.. praying at Butlins over our morning breakfast , red coats .. life passing! .. its all happens too fast!. This look back into nostalgia , on the threshold of middle age.. the distant past , the nostalgic gap.. god i miss it .. noel Edmonds, Bruce Forsyth a cup of tea, a good chat and the radio times.. my growing up. I love my country ..I miss it all... the well delineated borders of comforting plain.. the nice close fit of a culturally shared experience.




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