My Summer of Love by Margery Higglebottom
His name was Arvel Edwin Tranter but, for reasons that were never clear, we called him Berny. In the summer of 1957 his garden parties were the place to be for anyone wishing to stand […]
His name was Arvel Edwin Tranter but, for reasons that were never clear, we called him Berny. In the summer of 1957 his garden parties were the place to be for anyone wishing to stand […]
You’ll be happy to know, dear reader, that my skin remains unsullied. Not that the opportunity has never presented itself. In the heart of the darling Bedfordshire countryside there lives a certain much-loved radio personality […]
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