Wolf-e-boy's Global Travel bites page-(29-09-'02 to 19-02-'04)
Travel bites from wolf-e-boy's 17 month trek around the globe, full edited version available in hardback from Amazon.com.
 
 
2019
What's going on in my life this year.
 
 
2017/18 Random Stuff
What's going on in my life during 2017
 
 
Blogging On 2016
Whatever moves me to scribe this year.
 
 
Blogging on- 2015
What ever moves me to hit the keyboard this year, here it is
 
 
Blog on 2013/14
What's going on in my life, Shoreham, and the outside world in 2013. My thoughts, my words.
 
 
Myanmar Times 2013
My trip to Myanmar with Tim Wall, an ancestral Royal, we think!
 
 
Blog on- 2011/ 2012
What's occurring in my life in or around Shoreham by sea, this year. For 2013, please check the page above, 'Blog on 2013'
 
 
A brief maritime history of Shoreham and its Fort
A history to explain the defensive importance of Shoreham, and its need for the Shoreham Redoubt, finished in 1857
 
 
Watercraft, my part in its downfall
Continuing from 'When I left school 1979'. I spent 6 great years learning my trade at Watercraft LTD, and this is the beginning of the story of my time there
 
 
When I left school, 1979
Leaving Cardinal Newman school, 1979, 16 years old, my first job, first proper wages, wide eyed and care free, look out world, here I come.
 
 
A bygone Shoreham Beach
Short stories from a childhood spent discovering Shoreham, plus links to some of our incredible local music talent
 
 
John Jabez Edwin Mayall
This page is a brief summary of one of the early leading lights of photography, J.J.E. Mayall
 
 
Wolf E Boy's Barn and Granary conversion blog
For 7 months, back in 2007, I worked on a barn conversion as site carpenter, at the same time as my book, Bangkok to BC', was being published, this blog tells the story of both
 
 
2009/10 blog n stuff
whatever moves me to scribble this year
 
 
Don't get me started- blogging
This is about just some of the things that daily piss so many of us off
 
 
Wolf rants- Wolf E. Boy's rhyming rhetoric
some of my 'Outspoken rhyming rants'
 
 
Silly, witty one liners page
Here are some of my fave collected one liners I've been posting on Facebook and Twitter. Feel free to return any time, as I regularly update with new one liners. Enjoy the jokes folks!
 
 
Saturday Night, Sunday Morning, Gone Fishing
Some things in life are meant to be, or not, Dan finds out the hard way when a simple trip gets complicated
 
 
The Scam page
This page is devoted to stories of scams, and how they happened
 
 
2008/9, bloggin' on
What's up this year ?
 
 
The Polish 'stag' experience
The Stag tradition goes to Krakow
 
 
Lamp Bassett, the evolution of 'weedspeak'
Evolution of 'weed speak'
 
 
Random Page
Random old scribes of mine
 
 
Steve's tree
 
 
My Ramus Family tree
This page is for the continued updating of my Sephardic family tree information.
 
 
The Ring Master & John William Godward
This is the story of the late Victorian, early Edwardian world of art dealing, and the link between William Walker Sampson, leader of the biggest art cartel of the time, and a painter whose style was being eclipsed by the emergence of the likes of Picasso
 
 
William Walker Sampson's Art Auction Ring
This is just a rough out for an art ring project already going on another page of this site, working, hopefully, to a final edit.
 
 
Victorian/Edwardian art dealers directory
One at a time, I will be writing up short bio's of art dealers from the late 19th, and early 20th century, a follow up to the Art Ring story also on this site.
 
 
A Brief History of Shoreham Aviation
This is a brief history of the aviators that helped establish Shoreham Aerodrome as a part of the evolution of flight.
 
 

Random Page

I've recently unearthed some old scrawls of mine, just completely random bits n pieces really but I'm gonna start posting them here and see how it pans out. Some of it is just observations, some ranting, some dreams recalled, and I guess as I go there'll be a few surprises even to me. Either way I'll only be sticking up stuff that seems to read well to me. Here goes-

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Memories, dreams, Ambitions, and hopes

Written 01-04-03 while travelling in Oz


Somewhere between the first and second year at Cardinal Newman Roman Catholic comprehensive school, two fairly major changes developed in my life as it then was, one- I started buying records, two- I began going to watch Brighton and Hove Albion play at the Goldstone ground with some of my new found school friends on a regular basis. The record buying had come first, buying ex duke box 7 inch vinyl singles from the newsagents in Shoreham By Sea, opposite the Ropetackle site, ‘Mr Blue Sky’ by E.L.O in blue vinyl was my very first purchase, it had the middle punched out, as with all ex duke box records, but at 45 pence a shot I wasn’t complaining.

My first new record bought was ‘Number One’ by the ‘Boomtown Rats’ from the ‘Redifusion’ shop opposite ‘Coronation Green’ overlooking the River Adur. A habit which would last a decade had begun, I still have both records, along with virtually every other record I collected during that period, 70 pence was the price of a new single then, and money well spent too. Somewhere in a box at the parents attic is my collection of 7 inch vinyl which depicts my musical tastes from 1976 through to 1986, but also marks the period which for most of us is awakening youth through to young adulthood. And what better for whipping up the emotions than music and football.

These days when I here a familiar tune from my youth, I can’t so much remember an exact memory, but a feel, like ‘In the Summertime’ by Mungo Jerry which transports my soul back to the child that was once me, or ‘My Sweet Lord’ by George Harrison, to name but two that give me a warmth inside, elevate the invisible senses and reawaken the carefree innocence of a time of life sometimes too easily forgotten.

I could tell you also, that Brighton’s average attendance for that 1976/77 season was just over 21,000, not bad for a third division side!. Described by the papers as a third division club with first division support, the Albion were, and still are, potentially, a big club. Unfortunately they’re a big club that’s been successively screwed down the years by various speculators and asset strippers.

I know the average attendance for that year because it was my first full season of going to the Goldstone, I was only thirteen and everything about the Albion was of interest to me- Wardy, Mellor, Mullery (the manager), big crowds, winning, tabloid write ups, T.V coverage, playground talk of the game gone and the next one coming up. I don’t really watch that much any more, it’s too depressing after the times I saw and the memories I have, but I’d like to think that in years to come the Albion will be there still, as big potentially as they ever were.

I always feel a little sad when Ma and Pa talk of the days after the war when Brighton Tigers were one of the best ice hockey teams in the country, and how they were allowed to go to the wall because the local council wouldn’t back them, and the stadium was knocked down and condemned to be nothing more useful than a car park for the next thirty years. I don’t want the up and coming generations to robbed of the experiences I was lucky enough to enjoy, we can’t let the Albion evaporate from sight, consigned to tales of what used to be.

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26-10-2k

A letter from my head (unsent)

I’m always angry with myself after I’ve given you a hard time, be it about smoking or when I (in my so called infinite wisdom) think you’re letting someone take advantage of you, the driveway, the boat, the Admiral, you know the story.

But I’m a hypocrite, I make all the same kind of mistakes in one fashion or another, and I get irritated with myself to the point of mentally persecuting, or chastising myself so that nobody else could run me down better than I do myself.

Knowing this as I do makes it worse still when I have a pop at you. If we’re beating ourselves up already, then someone else joining in is hardly going to make us feel better, and serves no useful purpose.

They say the people closest to you are the ones you hurt the most, well that’s right, but it works the other way too. It’s only concern that drives us, but unfortunately this sometimes manifests itself into something ugly, such as the false belief that we have the right to judge. Clearly we don’t, the man that never made a mistake never made anything.

You know how much I despise authority, so I of all people should be the last person to try and impose my will or judgement on another. You and Ma have been and still are hugely tolerant of me, and I think I understand how now, built up over the years of raising us, and here I am, still an apprentice. Basically, if I can do half as well as you have, then I could at least allow myself to feel proud.

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9-11-2k

Regrets

Any regrets?, what’s the point?, everything that’s happened to me is part of who I am, part of what shaped the way I am and the way in which I look at and make sense of things.

The word regret summons up the idea that you’d have liked certain events to have turned out differently, but then everything else may have turned out so differently as a result that your character, experiences, and memories would, necessarily, have not taken the same path.

Regrets are a waste of energy, I haven’t got a bad life in comparison to many others, and the possibilities of what I could have been if I’d taken other routes are far too chaotic to even consider trying to work out.

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09-05-’02 Just dreaming

Somewhere in South America, get off bus and walk towards side street, see familiar looking Westerner, (but don’t know why), who gives a look of recognition, “are you Daves’ brother?”- “how did you know?”- “dunno, you look similar that’s all”. He turns, breaking off from talking and heads off down snaking narrow road of antiquated appearance, I follow.

Arrive at open square which has shops and we walk in a big clothing warehouse/ shop, he talks to a dark skinned, shifty looking bloke and hands something over, not sure what, then we walk on through the place, looking behind us as we go and I notice one or two joining Shifty and tailing us. Matey ahead stops and sees something he likes on a rack and gets changed, after which we step through some plastic slatted curtains and into a stairwell, running now, jumping down the stairs, noise behind, no panic, just exhilaration, bottom of stairs burst through a door and belting uphill, winding round scraggy, maze like alleys, shots fired, take side step in to a back yard and duck down behind gorse bush, child with gun goes past, stops and looks where I am but doesn’t see me and continues so I follow him but from low rooftops until right above, more children arrive telling me to get him. I leap across the narrow alley from one roof to another and see him directly below so jump on to the spot where he is, only to find him gone.

Look around bemused until someone tells me his mother took him in to large place across the Square, heart galloping now, can’t see, but sense somebody has died, warily enter building, people milling around, Indian looking bloke with long hair splayed out with band around forehead, and chest tattoos, sat at table drawing pictures of himself, quite vivid and colourful, one picture of himself lifesize with four more, smaller but same, on his torso. I ask where the boy with the gun went, they point me in his direction but remain, unprepared to follow, “bad spirits, be careful !”.

Set off again then find myself in ramshackle alley leading to a modern superstore but also like airport moving walkways, meet girl that recognises me and she asks if I’ve seen anyone- tell her the story then she says ‘look out, danger possible’. Spot two more girls I recognise that are shopping as we pass and she says “that’s them!” and goes for them as I stand watching, unsure what’s going on but keeping out the way, catch sight of familiar face to the right in the distance, blur, end.

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