The phone rings at about 9.30pm and it's David "Taffy" Evans. 'I'm in the Black Ox in Carmarthen' he says and you'll never guess who's sitting next to me. It all comes flooding back, ...teenage years, ...misspent youth, ...wayward reprobates, ...etc
This one tried his best to lead me astray, but now flies Boeing 737's around the world... are we safe any longer?
Many stories I could tell, but modesty forbids, ...and my Mum reads the blog, so I'd get into trouble. So this is a quick scan from my old neg files, of my old mate Dorrien from about 30 years ago. I wonder what he looks like now!!!
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