Saw this over at wongaBlog’s and thought it would be fun to try.
My uncle once: hired a boat for us to go fishing in the Atlantic off Necochea in Argentina. He bought crates and crates of beer and took my mum, my grandmother, his wife and child…

Woah; I didn’t realise you’d actually remember. I seem to recall that the ‘Eric’ thing may have gone back to Dorridge Infant School. I seem to remember that you once told my mate and I that that was your name, and, knowing that it wasn’t really, we wouldn’t excuse you of the label for some years, and would occasionally make certain particular noises at you (very bizarre behaviour); childhood immaturity, I guess I also seem to remember you had a ‘Thundercats’ sword (but who didn’t?).

I’m now living down in Plymouth, and only really return ‘home’ at Christmas, so seeing the photos and talk of ‘Dorridge’ is causing me to reminisce a fair bit. I’ve also browsed many of your photos, and recognise just about every friend of yours. I hated school and life back then, but certain memories are still fond.

Any way, apologies for the lengthiness of this reply, but the sense of nostalgia is lingering. I’ll keep visiting (probably all the time, what with my internet-using habits….), Eric

Keep up the good work, and Happy Christmas.