One small step for Neil Armstrong, one giant leap for me


Apparently I missed the moon landing for on the day it all happened we had no TV because along with my parents I was landing in St Neots for the first time. I was really, really young honest!

I left St Neots a long time ago, but in a funny way it is still home. It was, and still is, quite possibly the dullest place to grow up in, but hey I still have some odd kind of affection for the place. Probably about time I re-read Orwell’s Coming up For Air and paid it a visit.


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