I was sitting here working away and suddenly I was back to when I was 18 driving through Wandsworth going to college in my (not so) trusty 1963 Ford Cortina. Those were the days, you could drive all around London, the City everywhere and park and at weekends I always used to drive up there to go to work then on to see my first serious girlfriend driving back on a Sunday night through the Blackwall tunnel as fast as my poor little car could go - which was all of 60 with a tail wind downhill! She lived in Chingford, I lived in Orpington, both our grand parents lived in the Chelsea area so we would go and see them too.
Lovely days now I look back on them and these little flashbacks are "interesting" as suddenly there I am in a situation I recall with people I haven't met in - well - fifty years or so. I can picture them and hear them talk to me too. Names drop out of my head and I wonder whatever happened to them?
I don't hold on to many friends, I have a few people I still keep in touch with and a small handful of friends and even then those relationships aren't the same since I got divorced and went my own way.
Not to worry though eh? I was also just reminding myself how many people I have met have treated me like a statue to their pigeon and generally shat on me from a great height. Too many people treat you like that don't they? I suppose if you are nice to people that's the reward you get.
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