Facebook.

Now  I've posted and found some old friends, I can see the attraction and addictive qualities. Damn it it is fun. I try to be honest and bold about the 50 years that have passed us all by. I have 'no idea what they do with their lives' pace Dylan. There are areas though that I don't want to impinge on and they have similar presumably. We are different people now thrown together in friendship by a uncommon schooling.  Sometimes I think it has set us in concrete. Some friends are permanent, others will remain enemies  for what ever slight or horror has been made in the past. Facebook is weird because I lost a lot of school friends after 1972. Not deceased. Just that I thought that they thought I had left them down whereas I had tried to act honourably and as a gentleman, though at the time it was a violent though vital step to take. Suffice to say, I would love to make contact with Woody, Frank Humphries and Mark Bristow but there is one friend who I cannot forgive yet for what was done and the  ostracizatism that occurred afterwards.

I hope that this explains my reluctance to make contact with old school friends who had nothing to do with this and certainly have no inkling of what I am talking about. It still hurts after almost  40 years. There is little I or others can do, except realise there is a lacuna in my life due to someone I will not name. Helen Pitt/Inman as was knows and I thank her for her support.