Yesterday we shared a poem from James Morrissey, and today we have a reminiscence, beautifully written:
It was the summer of 1966. We strutted like peacocks through our little city in the north-east of England. 783 more words
Earlier this week, Friends Reunited announced it would be closing after sixteen years.
This came as little surprise to me having tentatively joined the site as recently as September 2015 (always hopelessly late to the party). 816 more words