Monthly Archives: July 2019

We Never Said Goodbye – but we never really said Hello either

Barry. Barry John if he was being told off by his mother, Dad to me and my brother Mark, Grandad to Fred and Zoë, or Barry the Boffin if you were a 1960s journalist. Dad was born in February 1933 in Basingstoke, in the fabulously named Tally Ho Lodge. He was the son of Arthur, […]