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Oops, fat finger.
...in films and taught at High Wycombe College.
Repeated visits led to after-hours lock-ins, often with a couple of South African johnnies who played guitar and had a repertoire of scurrilous songs.
All of us lads were thunderstruck by his lovely wife, as charming as she was beautiful. At some point l was driving to London (we did in those days) and asked if she would like to come along for the ride. She accepted and l duly turned up early the next day, a lovely summer's morning. I had no ulterior motive - how could l, she was so far out of my class - but l enjoyed her company greatly. However, your father may not have thought me as innocent as l truly was. The last time l saw him he was leaning out of an upstairs window, declaring sternly that his wife was not coming out: l inferred a whiff of a warning about boundaries.
My work soon took me away so l never went back, but have fond memories of evenings listening to great music, companionship and laughter, all spiced up by the transgressive after-hours aspect.
I don't know if this is the sort of thing you are/were looking for, Sarah, but if it fills in any gaps for you l am pleased.
BTW, I sent you another msg with my email as l wasn't able to locate this one. If you want to get on touch, please feel free.
Michael
In the early 1960s l lived in Berkhamsted. One day a friend said he had found this amazing pub out in the country, near Chesham, the Rose and Crown. One Friday night we young men duly piled into a car, as we did pre-breathalyser, to investigate.
It was tiny and utterly charming. Tchaikovsky's Serenade for Strings was blaring out on the stereo and behind the bar stood a gorgeous woman. I'm not sure there were any customers.
We ordered our pints, listened to the music and marvelled that such a place existed. At some point Mine Host appeared, a tall, distinguished, bearded cove probably in his late forties or early fifties and showing signs of a life well lived. The music came to an end and with the simple, unguarded curiosity of youth we asked about his background. He said he was an art director
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