Gerrin touch

I’d be delighted to hear from you.

It’s always a pleasure to be in contact with people from the past and present.

Well, not everyone, like.  I met some shocking people at school.  They can all get stuffed.

As you go through life, you lose touch with people. When you get old that can be a lot of people. There’s a lot of folk I’d like to make contact with once more, for example:

The team that took time out from skinny-dipping the River Avon to help locate Raymond. You know who you are.
G.J, who ushered at my wedding, causing Dr. A.P-W. to remark “What a sarky cow.  She’s got a fan.” And, of course, A.P-W. herself, who hides away all the time.
P.F., with whom I searched the fields of Lancaster for archaeological artifacts and not Psilocybe semilanceata.
J.H., a great bloke from college.
C.S., the best blues guitarist I ever played with, who had the most unplayable guitar you could imagine.
T.G. who very kindly housed me in Earls Court for many a long week when I was trucking at Heathrow.

I’d like to meet loads of other old friends (who are getting older by the day). These are just fellows who come to mind at the moment.

On reflection, I could find my address book and do the work myself.

But do get in touch, if you’ve a mind to.

I’m on – I used to have a contact form but I’ve been getting all sorts of useless stuff on it.

So instead of the contact form, here’s something more interesting