OT: A second book

[Brin]

Many of you will remember that I published a travel memoir, 'Far Away And Further Back', about five years ago and some of you actually read it and quite enjoyed it!

I've now published a second memoir which is a kind of prequel to the first one, covering the period before I started my travels. It has a fair amount in it about my very early days growing up in Rotherham and there's also a chapter on supporting the Millers over the years. (This also includes a longish extract from an article I wrote for the old 'Moulin Rouge" fanzine.)

If you're interested in finding out more, the book is available (in paperback and e-book format) from Amazon UK:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Halikon-Day...rmat=4&depth=1

(It's also available in most other countries if you're not UK based.)

If you have questions or want to know more, please do message me on here. Thanks!

A question Sir. Are they playing cards you are holding up to your nipples?

That should arouse some interest, heh Pidge

[CTMilller]

A question Sir. Are they playing cards you are holding up to your nipples?

That should arouse some interest, heh Pidge

I had to go and check the picture which is up on the wall in this room!

On the right is a wallet and on the left a packet of 20 Dunhill cigarettes. Presume they happened to be conveniently in my hands when the picture was being taken. The photo is from 1969, the year I left school. We all smoked then, I suppose. Six of us bought an old Dormobile for twenty quid and did it up to drive down to the South of France to meet up with some girls. (I must have bought 200 Dunhill cigarettes duty-free on the ferry over. Couldn't normally afford them.)

We were driving through the pine forests outside Biarritz and the brakes were overheating and nearly seized. We stopped to let them cool down and free them off. The other lad, of course, is my pal, Howard, who crops up in the first and last stories and at least once more in another chapter.

We never got as far as the Med. The van was drinking oil and the exhaust was going so we turned back and went to Paris for a few days instead. 'Halikon Days' indeed!