05.03.1967
There was style in the way that he stood against the open door of the most mundane 2nd class unreserved compartment that he was travelling in. There was a cigarette which was being smoked by the person in a grey and green tweed jacket. This scenario of fifty years ago is firmly fixed in my mind and I recall it as if it was just the other day. Fifty is golden, it is half a century, it is really a very very long time. Fifty years ago I saw this person and did not realise then that I would continue to see him for the rest of my life. Amazing, isn't it? A lot has happened in all these years. We have accumulated a lot of fat, we have changed the colour of our hair, there are craters and lines on our countenance, life has added in every which way. We started out as two people whose parents were as diverse as chalk and cheese. They were both quite determined that their children were not made for each other. As young people we had the natural ability to differ from th
