Forty years ago this morning I woke up in the lower of two bunk beds in a ground floor apartment in Hong Kong. The apartment block has long been demolished, amusingly for the construction of a Ripley's Believe it or Not odditorium. A pretty good way for the childhood home of a fortean to go. I lay in bed and looked out of the window watching the dawn sun picking out the tiny junks around the island of Cheung Chau.
I was ten years old, and the fact that this particular morning was the dawning of a new decade was a big deal for me. The fact that then I had been alive in three different decades was a mind blower. Well I have now been alive in seven different decades, and the fact that there is a new decade before us full of opportunities and adventures is still a big deal.
The CFZ has come a long way in the past ten years, I wonder where we will be in ten years time...
Now for some hippy music to annoy Redfern
I think actually that you would have to try a very great deal harder to annoy Mr Redfern, for he survived a car trip with me, in close proximity to not only a large number of Enya albums, but also "The Finest Arvest of the Wurzels" and seemed none the worse for the experience. Admittedly I did also have a small collection of bootleg punk in case an antidote were needed, but I still think you are underestimating the man's fortitude.
ReplyDeleteNever mind about being alive in seven decades; do you remember all seven?
ReplyDeleteI don't remember the fifties, but remember mostly from 1961 onwards, although 2001 is a little hazy..
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