Mid July 2008
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May 01, 2008
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Ongoing
I had a day on my own to spend in Boston before the old boys from Boston Grammar School and the Boston High Schools old girls' 1st joint picnic. I decided to track down old Grimsby flat mate Paul Rawlinson having got his address earlier from the Internet,(him being a company director).He wasn't at home ,but his wife Joy and son Paul were and I had a coffee and chat with them. She'd already heard stories of him living in the large hallway at 8A, but not the bit about him leaving so that we had somewhere to put the usual huge Christmas tree.Paul senior is a world traveler and was away for a while, so we've arranged to meet up in October for a meal in Boston before the family move to Peteborough, where according to Joy it is a bit more multicultural. I think alot of people would say Boston is overly multicultural at the moment, but maybe not with Malays such as Joy. Of interest, is that I'm in touch with Twigg Richmond who with Paul in the Seventies were THE stylish couple in the Boston New Inn circle. I then visited The Party in the Park and initially found John Paine to talk to before renewing an acquaintance after a 35 year gap with Dudley Walker, whom I last remember seeing with Mick Launchbury at the 1972 Bardney Music Festival at Tupholme Abbey. Dud asked about Willie Newsam and Big John Killingworth and I was able to provide info and address's. Diane Smith (nee Wolverson ,who initially married Steve "Bucket" Payling-- Steve is officially missing and may well have been eliminated, possibly in Holland, by "business colleagues" ) found me , and later we set off to Fishtoft Grange to the Picnic. On the way I called in on old Cleethorpes house mate Liz Adkin, who along with ex-partner Colin Stones, had lived at 75 Kingsway for a year. The "take you own food" picnic was in lovely grounds but bitterly cold and the only people I knew were Paul Mould OBA President and organizer of the Do, storyteller Ty Dalby, and Tessa Hills (Spud Murphy's sister)who is a teacher at BHS . Diane knew more people than me and chatted to them, compensating a little for the Arctic conditions. Luckily the big band played Glen Miller style music to dance to, which warmed us up a bit, and I found one of the more memorable moments was when I had a quick dance with Helen McEvoy the first joint Head of both Schools.After dropping Diane off at her mums, I filled up at the useful unmanned petrol station at Boston ASDAs, and headed back home stopping briefly in Louth for a burger( which are available from a van there until 3am!).
