Gloriously – in some cases – gut feeling is seldom wrong

‘A winter’s day, in a deep and dark December…’

Towards the end of my primary school education, our class went on a trip to the Olympia Theatre. As far as can be recalled, it was around this time of year. Obviously, conveyance on the bus wasn’t an option for yours truly, so, the school Principal at the time, the late Peter Clarke, brought me (I’d a fold up manual wheelchair at the time) in his car. It was neither the first nor last time he made such a gesture, God rest him.

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