Friday was a bit of a trip down memory lane and a chance to show poppy the real Swindon, just the good bit of the day photographing the real Swindon, not the club’s, outlet village, and other corporate crap that’s killed this town but the real Swindon, 
(have added an album on slide show) one old memory was when the queen came to open the wyvern theatre in 1971, we all lined up along reagent’s street to get a glimpse, as you can see from the before and after it has gone a bit to pot, “but i suppose that’s progress” 
and as for the wyvern theatre it’s still going, and in 1972 i saw my first ever concert there, “the strawb’s” and this is them “still love this song
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The summer of '71 was my last one as a care free young man. By year's end I no longer had my hair, was serving in the US Air Force and praying I didn't get orders for Vietnam.
I narrowly avoided being drafted into the Army which would have meant Basic Training at Ft. Jackson, South Carolina, Advanced Individual Training as a combat infantryman at Ft. Polk, Louisiana and a year in a Southeast Asian jungle dodging incoming fire.
The US involvement in that damned war was nearly over then and nobody wanted to be the last man to die there.
made me think back in 1971 i was there waving my little flag, and on the other side of the pond there was a young man making his mind up, if there had of been a cruel twist of fate, that comment would never have been left, and we would never have got to see the mans photo's,
"cheer's big fella"
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