Love the photos Taxi. I suspect that you haven't changed much. Lots of character in that young lads face. Do you still wear a shirt and tie like your mam taught you? Strange the things you remember. My earliest memory is of catching bees in a jam jar somewhere in East Kilbride. Can't have been any more than 3. I can remember the awful winter of 1962 and the snow drifts around Saddleworth being much taller than the car/my dad. I would have been just 5 then. I can remember lots of police and others walking past our house on the way up to the moors to search for the poor victims, that must have been 63/64. I can remember tickling trout out of a brook, playing 'japs and commandoes' on building sites up to our ankles in mud. Youngsters then had so much more freedom to explore the world than my granddaughters do today.
The fact that the world exists at all and supports the range of life on it, that civilisation has developed the way it has is truly mind boggling when you really take the time to think about it. I suspect that there is a god or some deity at play, after all how else can you explain the might blues, Colin Bell and David Silva?
Sorry no photos, if there were it would show a scruffy little urchin with a buzz cut peering out at the world with an expression of mild distrust.
Have a lovely day Taxi.
