I’ll never forget ….. whot’sisname? (…. or what did either Narcissus or Dostoyevsky ever do for me??!) along with God’s Last Burlesque, represents my attempts to put life in focus (my own life was the one I was best placed to use but it could have been anyone that I had known … if, that is, I had known someone – anyone – interesting!!).
Fortunately, it is not about me at all. Rather they contain discrete remembrances of the men (and they were largely men, as the front-line role of most women was, sadly, a bit limited in those days and places). And I try to reference what was achieved, or occurred, as a result of these comings together.
I still find it a tad strange that this ‘little lad from the coal fields can recall being present at actual happenings in the US of A, Europe, India, the Middle East and Africa; Mauritius, even. How, I ask myself, was it possible that I could recall memories of the SAS, the CIA, private jets, senior politicians, generals, big business and billion-dollar contracts (at a time when a billion was a lot)?