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Places from memory

  • visiting Ooty, the nearest town
    One weekend a month - we'd get to visit Ooty, the nearest town, on an 'outing'. It was a real treat... Here are some of the places I remember off the top my head. * King Star Bakery * Mohan's Department Store * Higginbotham's * Shinkow's - the Chinese Restaurant * Kurinji's (mmmm....paper dosas...) * Blue Hills Lodge. h/t to Yohaan for the last three. His choices at the BHL: ceylon paratha and chicken curry.

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March 01, 2008


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I played in the Brass Band from age 9 to 15 - bugle, then Cornet, Euphonium; Even played the C-flat Bass, that massive brass instrument when the Soviets visited and their Anthem needed much Oomph!. In my last year, I joined 'Battalion' - did you call it that? - and carried the School Colour at Trooping the Colour. Oh, also played viola in the Orchestra - so badly that I was exiled back to the Brass section.

No Beating Retreat in my time but we did have Band Concerts every Thursday evening when Boys & Girls were allowed to mingle (amazing how many 'cousins' were created as there had to have blood relatives to consort) under the beady eyes of the teachers. Those were the days before co-education and so blokes and gals rarely met.

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Impressive blog! -Arron


Thanks, Arron! I'm SO sorry for a delayed response; I haven't been receiving emails alerting me.

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high up in the hills

  • Come spend time with me...
    ...high up in the blue hills of Southern India...and within the open spaces of Lawrence School, Lovedale. This boarding school is over 150 years old; it is where I spent nine years of my life - grades 4-12. Lovedale is an endless fount of stories...and I hope you enjoy reading mine! Names of teachers and students have almost all been changed to protect the privacy of innocents.

Never Give In

  • play it again, noel...


  • noel plays the classics...

Col. Bogey

  • whistle while you march...

Abide With Me

  • haunting echoes