Monday

Although feeling unwell, I've continued to work on my autobiography. 'Cut and pasting' copy from my earlier work, has now reached 16,300 words. Here is another extract:

One of the ‘dens’ I had was an attic room at the back of the house. One year I had a chemistry set for Christmas and set up a laboratory in the attic. I can’t remember what concoctions I created, but one gave off the most horrendous stink. I had a book on making and creating various electrical and electronic devices. One was a simple crystal radio which I made out of parts from old broken televisions and radios, but it never worked. It involved making a simple aerial which I made by stretching a wire, from an electric fence, from the attic window to a tree some 100 feet away.

Sometime later my cousin Steve’s grandfather, Mr Pullan, came to stay. He had been an electrical engineer during a long career in the industry. He was very interested in my attempt at building a simple radio receiver and came up to the attic to cast his eye over it. He saw a flaw in the tuning coil and rewound it. Then, when we connected it to the aerial and tuned it, lo and behold, it came to life and received an overseas radio station. It worked for a few minutes, but never did again!

This is it for today. Check back soon!

No it isn't - here's a bit more:-

Spent hours trying to find the hi-res version of myself for a mag. Eventually found it. Here's the web version:-

That is definitely it for today. Goodnight!