My "sporting" exploits

More fear than fun?


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Admitting defeat in the great holiday table-tennis tournament:


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Me in fancy dress

This fine duck headwear (all my mother's extremely hard work) won me the glory of second prize at the Dawlish Warren Caravan Park hat competition, no less, in 1983:



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Playing a check-out girl, I think:



At least, that's my explanation and I'm sticking to it.

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Performing a sketch based on 'Allo 'Allo at the school Autumn Fayre:


The climax of the sketch was the waitress, Michelle, passionately embracing me, which she approached with abandoned enthusiam and I faced with absolute terror:




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In my Boys' Brigade uniform - sadly minus the rather fine Thunderbirds style hat:


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GCSE RE involved staging a mock wedding service, for which I fear I was type cast.


Looking over some photos from my yuff, big hair and bad glasses seem to have been leading motifs.

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At my baptism:


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At my graduation in Oxford:



There was no time for an official photograph because Wales were playing in the first match of the Rugby World cup and we had to dash off to a pub with a TV.

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Mis-spent Yuff

I was born two months premature:

When my grandather visited me in hospital he diplomatically commented, "Looks like a bloody rabit to me!".

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This is me at Easter in 1980, eating my first ever Cadbury's Creme Egg with glee:


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It seems I might have become a computer geek with an especially fetching taste in track suits:


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This is me saving my little sister's life:

She doesn's seem to have realised the mortal danger she was in.

The Oak Hill Ball

This photo could be very valuable in the future:


The amazing hidden tallents of DJ Nick: