Marbles tops and other toys

Growing up in the islands of the Pacific we didn’t have seasons like spring, summer, autumn and winter. We had wet season and we had dry season; and we also had two other seasons each year. Nobody knew how or when they would start but one…

Third bed down.

Gerald Hopkins woke at half past five that morning and was surprised to find a woman in his bed. He was all the more surprised because his bed was the third down in a row of twelve in his school dormitory. Gerald was thirteen and this was his…

avagoodweegend : the story behind it

It may have been fun but there was a serious side to it all in those heady days. We Creatives, whilst being paid rather handsomely, were expected to deliver. The Client expected it of the Agency and the Agency expected it of us. Only successful…

Shanghai in your pocket

Anyone who knows anything at all about shanghais knows that the only perfect shanghai begins with a branch from a guava bush. Select the ideal Y to fit your hand; cut it carefully then attach two equal strips of bicycle tube and find a square…

The Malaya and the birth of a whisky.

The logistics of going to lunch were often very involved and even more often were ineffective. At McCann’s, for example, the process always began well by adopting a democratic approach to the choice of a venue. Soon, however, chaos would reign.…

"Gang is Gang"

  If you have been reading the opening chapters of this nostalgic little stroll through an unforgettable childhood          ( Labasa Days and Son of   a Doc – under BLOG on the menu bar) you will see that they were special times…

Lunch and other lurks

In spite of the title of these memoirs, there was a time when there was as much fun to be had in the world of advertising with one’s clothes off. This was, after all, a period marked by psychedelic attitudes and attire, a forest of wild hair…

Gender equality: my role

I once played a small part in putting a tiny crack in that glass ceiling, which will be a surprise to those who might ever have dubbed me a male chauvinist pig. It was the sixties. I was at Hawkins Advertising where I had been given the role,…

Preface

Sometime in the sixties or seventies one of the growing number of talented women in the advertising business broke through what was yet to be called the glass ceiling and wrote the classic ad campaign for Clairol – “Does she or doesn’t…

The dispensary

On that morning, as on many others, my little sister Susan and I were grazing William and Mary, our pet goats. Our attention was first attracted to some very strange and disturbing noises that were coming from the dirt road which led up past…

Son of a Doc

By the time I entered my teens I had observed several surgical operations at very close range, I had seen a woman die, I had watched a post mortem on a murder victim at the scene of the crime, and I had been at the exhumation of another suspected…

Labasa Days

Labasa, where much of my childhood was spent, is a town on ‘the other’ larger island of the three hundred or so in the Fiji Archipelago. It was, even more so then, a long way from the world I came to know.   The hills they called…

Name dropping

If you have arrived here by way of Facebook, welcome to these  names I promised you. They may or may not appear in  my shortly to be published memoir "The most fun you can have with your clothes on". I can't promise just when the book will…
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Waiting for a word from you.

Won't someone, even just one someone, leave me a comment? It doesn't have to be complimentary. It could just be a "Hi. How are you?" It would make me feel just a little less lonely here in the blogosphere. I know there are people out there…

A new book and a special offer

A bit of excitement recently when my proof copy of  A few more feathers arrived from Amazon. It is, of course, my second book of verse following Feathers in the well.  I must say that I am very happy with the way it looks and, yes, I think…