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Maybe you know someone who is in self-imposed isolation and missing human contact, but who are not confident with their computer skills? Friends In The Cloud is for you and it's for them. - -## What we do - -Our aim is to help you make better use of your smartphone, tablet or computer. We have a WhatsApp Group where members can chat or ask questions, and we will have regular video meetings where anyone can join in. - -Our team can also offer private tuition using online video, where we can help you with specific problems outside of the usual Group activities. This help is offered on a pay-as-you-feel basis, where you decide how much value to give to the knowledge you have gained. - -## How to join - -Membership of Friends In The Cloud is free. To join, this is what you need: - - - a smartphone - - a mobile phone number - - access to the Internet, either through Wifi or by using mobile data. - -If you would like to join the Group, send a text or a WhatsApp message to this number: - -07402 810 448 - -and we will get back to you with instructions on what to do next. Please note you can cancel your membership at any time. As for privacy, we do not maintain any personal data about our members. - -## More information - -For more information, click the _**i**_ button at the top of the page, which takes you to a list of topics. Or click ~sid:info:here~. - -## About us - -Friends In The Cloud is run by a small team of people with varying skills, who are all able to give some of their time to help others gain those skills. The team is based in North Leeds, in the United Kingdom, but the Coronavirus pandemic means we are all isolated, no matter if we're in the same street of the same town or half-way round the world. The Internet can bring us together; if we're connected it make little difference where we are (timezones and languages apart, that is). diff --git a/fitc/home/images/fitc.jpg b/fitc/home/images/fitc.jpg deleted file mode 100644 index 1906c13..0000000 Binary files a/fitc/home/images/fitc.jpg and /dev/null differ diff --git a/fitc/home/title.txt b/fitc/home/title.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 715954d..0000000 --- a/fitc/home/title.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -Friends In The Cloud diff --git a/fitc/info/AboutUs.txt b/fitc/info/AboutUs.txt deleted file mode 100644 index f2fa387..0000000 --- a/fitc/info/AboutUs.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,13 +0,0 @@ -## About Friends In The Cloud - -With the coming of the Coronavirus pandemic there is greatly increased social exclusion, as people are kept indoors for everything other than essential activities. This loss of human contact can be made up in part by the use of digital technology, giving people the means to stay in contact with others. - -The focus of this Group is to help people who are not familar with Internet technology to gain experience and confidence, by providing a social network for them where they can ask questions and practice using the technology. - -For some people there are some significant obstacles to overcome. Those who have never gone online often need help in the basics, such as finding a suitable device (a smartphone) and signing up for a data plan with their phone operator. For some, the whole concept of _data_ is alien and will need to be carefully explained. - -Social distancing, as required to deal with the Coronavirus crisis, makes this a lot harder as it prevents the usual physical proximity and face-to-face activities we take for granted, such as when buying and setting up a new phone. So we will in some cases need to find imaginative and innovative ways to help people over that crucial first step, perhaps by providing phones already set up for a particular user and guaranteed to be sterilised before being posted through a letter box or left on the step. - -Anyone reading this who feels they can - and would like to - help in their own locality should get in touch through the Group - see our Home page. - -Let's get everyone connected! diff --git a/fitc/info/DigitalPassport.txt b/fitc/info/DigitalPassport.txt deleted file mode 100644 index aad5299..0000000 --- a/fitc/info/DigitalPassport.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,13 +0,0 @@ -## GMail - your Digital Passport - -The Internet gives you access to websites all around the world, but you will often have to register with them to use some or all of their features. The one piece of information that uniquely identifies you is your email address, and increasingly we are all using Google to provide us with one. - -Most people with an Android phone will already have a Google account. It's not impossible to use Android without one but you don't get access to the Play Store so the range of apps you can use will be severely limited. A Google account is just an email address at Google, of the form - -`myname@google.com` - -In recent years it has become simpler to open accounts with shopping websites, blogs and many other places. Instead of having to type your email address and give a password you just click the "Log in with Google" button. For this to work you must be already logged into Google in your browser. The registration process is then instant, with nothing to remember. - -For this reason, we call a Google account - and its associated GMail address - your "Digital Passport". A passport lets you travel the world; a Digital Passport brings the world to you through your browser. - -If you don't already have a Google account, be sure to get one now. Go to the [Google Home Page](http://google.co.uk) and click the link in the top right of the main window. If your browser is not currently logged in to any account the button will be a blue rectangle with the text "Sign in". If you are already logged in the button will be either an initial letter or a thumbnail picture. The registration process is pretty straightforward, but if you have trouble you can ask for help in our WhatsApp Group. diff --git a/fitc/info/FirstSteps.txt b/fitc/info/FirstSteps.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 7351d2a..0000000 --- a/fitc/info/FirstSteps.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,13 +0,0 @@ -## First steps - -Anyone familar with using smartphones, computers and the Internet may forget how hard it is for those who have no experience of any of these things to get started. All of the information they need is available online but they don't have the means to get to it. This is where we can help. - -You may know someone - an elderly neighbour or relative, perhaps - who is suffering from the social exclusion brought about by having to stay at home all the time during the Coronavirus pandemic, cut off from all the social groups they previously relied on. This Group exists in part to help you help them. - -In the current situation, social distancing make it impossible to do things that we used to take for granted, like popping round to someone's house to show them how to set up a new phone. Instead, we may need to do the job for them then deliver the phone ready to use, with instructions on how to turn it on. Each person's situation is different so it's hard to make hard-and-fast rules about this. - -The minimum needed is a smartphone and an Internet connection. There is obviously a cost involved, for the device itself and for the data plan needed to use it. Members of this Group will already have solved these problems for themselves and will offer advice to others on the best deals, where to find a cheap phone and so on. So please join us and tell us all about the needs of the person you want to help. Just send a text or a WhatsApp message to this number: - -07402 810448 - -and we'll get back to you as soon as we can to let you know what to do next. diff --git a/fitc/info/GettingOnline.txt b/fitc/info/GettingOnline.txt deleted file mode 100644 index e3e9770..0000000 --- a/fitc/info/GettingOnline.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,23 +0,0 @@ -## How to get online - -If you are reading this you are already online. But you may know of others - relatives, neighbours or friends - who are not yet connected and who suffer from the lack of contact with other people brought about by social distancing and lockdown. These are the people we aim to help. - -If you are on a PC you most likely have a broadband (ADSL) connection, which normally gives you as much data as you want every month. - -For mobile phones it's a little more complicated. These devices can use data from a broadband wifi router, just as PCs do, but only as long as you are within range of the router; in other words in the house you live in. Once you go outside they switch over to _mobile data_, that is, data provided by your mobile phone operator, and this is in most cases not unlimited. Many people don't have either a PC or even a phone line, just a smartphone, and they rely on mobile data for everything. - -You can usually only get wifi if you have a phone line to your house. The broadband router connects to this and gives you wifi throughout your house. It also carries over to next door, which is why there's an access password; it's to prevent other people using your connection and maybe abusing it. - -Home wifi will cost you at least £20 per month for a package that includes both phone and wifi, with unlimited use of data. This is a pretty good deal, but of course it only operates inside your house; as soon as you go out you lose access to it. And of course you need to have a house, so it's no good for people who move frequently or don't have the permission of their landlord to install a phone line. - -The other alternative is mobile data. This is provided by your phone operator and you will see attractive-looking packages from many sources, starting at only a few pounds a month. However, these do not offer unlimited data. In fact the amount of data they give you can easily disappear in an afternoon of streaming a movie from YouTube, leaving you either with nothing for the rest of the month or a large bill for the extra data. - -### How much data do I need? - -This is hard to answer as it depends on what you want to do with it. However, if you intend to use video of any kind - YouTube, FaceTime or TV on demand, for example - and are likely to do this every day, then you should realistically be looking at a package that gives you 1GB per day, or 30GB per month. By comparison, the cheap offers frequently limit you to as little as 2GB per month, which you'll soon use up. If you're careful you might be able to get away with 20GB, but you'll have to keep a close eye on your usage. - -Currently, the only plans that give you 30GB or more per month cost £20 or more monthly. One or two cheaper offers _appear_ to give you a good deal, but when you look into the small print you find they don't support 4G, which means they will give poor performance on video. - -The leader at the moment appears to be Three, giving you true unlimited voice, text and data for £20 per month. If you sign up for 2 years they halve the cost to £10 for the first 6 months. And as an added bonus, if you go abroad you'll find they have a quite long list of countries where you can carry on using your phone just as though you were still at home. - -If you have any questions on the above, why not ask them in our WhatsApp Group? If you're not already a member you can see joining instructions on our ~sid:home:home page~.~img:demo0.jpg:center 50%~ diff --git a/fitc/info/VideoMeetings.txt b/fitc/info/VideoMeetings.txt deleted file mode 100644 index ec01bee..0000000 --- a/fitc/info/VideoMeetings.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,13 +0,0 @@ -## Video meetings - -For our video meetings we use a system called Jitsi Meet. This requires no registration and it does not collect any personal information. On a PC it's just a matter of clicking a link or typing an address into your browser's address bar. On a smartphone you will be asked to download and install an app. - -If you are reading this on your smartphone and would like to set it up to use Jitsi Meet in advance of joining your first meeting, tap this link: - -[Jitsi Meet](https://meet.jit.si) - -On the page that loads you will see a welcome message, below which is a panel inviting you to start a new meeting. Jitsi will offer you a randomly-generated meeting name, which changes every few seconds. Or you can type a name yourself if you prefer, such as My Meeting. (Jitsi will remove any spaces.) - -When you tap the GO button you will be invited to download the app (or open it if you already have it). Once installation is complete you will join the meeeting. Of course, you will probably be the only one there, unless you chose the name of an actual meeting. - -That's all you have to do for now. When you are invited to a meeting you can tap the link and the app will open automatically. diff --git a/fitc/info/content.txt b/fitc/info/content.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 50e0d6a..0000000 --- a/fitc/info/content.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,14 +0,0 @@ -# Information - -Click any of the topic links below to find out more about Friends In The Cloud. - -### ~tid:AboutUs:About us~ - -### ~tid:FirstSteps:First steps~ - -### ~tid:GettingOnline:How to get online~ - -### ~tid:VideoMeetings:How to join our Video Meetings~ - -### ~tid:DigitalPassport:GMail - your Digital Passport~ - diff --git a/fitc/info/title.txt b/fitc/info/title.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 1c268b3..0000000 --- a/fitc/info/title.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -Information diff --git a/fitc/theme.txt b/fitc/theme.txt deleted file mode 100644 index eb1c43d..0000000 --- a/fitc/theme.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -thin-gold diff --git a/fitc/title.txt b/fitc/title.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 715954d..0000000 --- a/fitc/title.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ -Friends In The Cloud diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/.Technology.txt.kate-swp b/graham-trott/Graham/.Technology.txt.kate-swp new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8424499 Binary files /dev/null and b/graham-trott/Graham/.Technology.txt.kate-swp differ diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Career3.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Career3.txt index be8ab42..8382374 100644 --- a/graham-trott/Graham/Career3.txt +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/Career3.txt @@ -1,4 +1,4 @@ -Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Grammar school:Grammar school|T-University:University|T-Career1:Working through University|T-Career2:Post Office Telecommunications|T-Relationships:Relationships|T-Career4:Backs Electronic Publishing~~space:3~Next: ~tid:Career4:Backs Electronic Publishing~ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Grammar school:Grammar school|T-University:University|T-Career1:Working through University|T-Career2:Post Office Telecommunications|T-Career4:CD-Interactive|T-Relationships:Relationships~~space:3~Next: ~tid:Career4:CD-Interactive~ ## Windrush Micro Systems @@ -20,4 +20,4 @@ After I working my notice I left and went to work as a director at Windrush. I s My joining Windrush as a director was almost followed by the early 1990s recession. We supplied custom computer hardware and software and this was to be an early casualty of the downturn. Within a year of my leaving BT, Windrush was in financial trouble and I was looking for another job. Fortunately it didn't take me long, as nearby in Norfolk there was someone looking for exactly my skill set. And that's the next page in my story. -Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Grammar school:Grammar school|T-University:University|T-Career1:Working through University|T-Career2:Post Office Telecommunications|T-Relationships:Relationships|T-Career4:Backs Electronic Publishing~~space:3~Next: ~tid:Career4:Backs Electronic Publishing~ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Grammar school:Grammar school|T-University:University|T-Career1:Working through University|T-Career2:Post Office Telecommunications|T-Career4:CD-Interactive|T-Relationships:Relationships~~space:3~Next: ~tid:Career4:CD-Interactive~ diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Career4.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Career4.txt index 3145514..9cb9799 100644 --- a/graham-trott/Graham/Career4.txt +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/Career4.txt @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-University:University|T-Career1:Working through University|T-Career2:Post Office Telecommunications|T-Career3:Windrush Micro Systems|T-Career5:Audix Broadcast|T-Relationships:Relationships~~space:3~Next: ~tid:Career5:Audix Broadcast~ -## Backs Electronic Publishing +## CD-Interactive The economy went into a shallow recession in 1990, less than a year after I left the safety of BT to join a small computer company in Norfolk. The move suddenly seemed a rather less than wise decision. We'd moved to a 5-bedroom new-build on the edge of North Walsham, in the heart of rural East Anglia; not the most likely place to find a job in computing. However, Serendipity delivered the most unlikely of solutions, in the form of Backs Electronic Publishing (BEPL). diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Career5.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Career5.txt index 2919038..73f9b0c 100644 --- a/graham-trott/Graham/Career5.txt +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/Career5.txt @@ -1,7 +1,19 @@ -Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Career1:Working through University|T-Career2:Post Office Telecommunications|T-Career3:Windrush Micro Systems|T-Career4:Backs Electronic Publishing|T-Relationships:Relationships~~space:3~Next: +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Career1:Working through University|T-Career2:Post Office Telecommunications|T-Career3:Windrush Micro Systems|T-Career4:CD-Interactive|T-Relationships:Relationships~~space:3~Next: ## Audix Broadcast Limited +Way back in about 1983 I was getting quite well known within my department at BT Research as someone who was part of a hobbyist group that knew about microprocessors; how to build systems and how to write the software than ran on them. My boss at the time had a friendly relationship with Audix Broadcast, a supplier of audio studio equipment, from whom we purchased items from time to time. At that time, Heathrow Airport was building its new Terminal 4 and required an announcement system - what we referred to as the "bing bong" machine. This was a complex and technically challenging project involving passing audio and control signals all around the terminal. Audix entered a bid; I discovered only years later that they regularly bid for projects that were really way beyond their capabilities and then struggled to deliver on their promises. +The project was obviously going to need a computer and some software, both areas in which Audix were weak. My boss, being a friend of the company on the one hand and knowing of a bunch of enthusiastic computer builders on the other, was ideally placed to put the two together, so we proposed a system. To our surprise our bid was accepted. (Of course, BT knew nothing of this and would have objected strongly had they ever got wind of it, that being the nature of the corporate mindset.) -Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Career1:Working through University|T-Career2:Post Office Telecommunications|T-Career3:Windrush Micro Systems|T-Career4:Backs Electronic Publishing|T-Relationships:Relationships~~space:3~Next: +For the next couple of years all my spare time was taken up with writing software to control this rather ambitious system. Others of our team of about 6 wrote the admin parts of the software. We commissioned special hardware designs from ~tid:Career3:Windrush Micro Systems~, with whom I already had a close relationship, to handle the special requirements of the system, which stretched the capabilities of the technology of the time. + +The system was eventually delivered, but I gather it was never a total success and was stripped out and replaced a few years later. It suffered from reliability issues owing largely to the design, that mixed digitized audio and control data onto a single coaxial cable. In the lab this worked fine, but with cable runs of hundreds of meters in some cases, errors could be induced by proximity to high-current electrical systems, and the error recovery strategy was less than perfect. Eventualy the team broke up, we returned to our full-time careers and got our spare time back again. + +Then about 10 years later, in the mid-1990s, a call arrived out of the blue from Audix again. By now they were building components for radio stations; audio mixers, matrix switches and other related gear, and needed help to control them from embedded microprocessors. Another job that suited me fine; also another ambitious bite that would prove hard for the company to swallow. By then I was working for Backs Electronic Publishing on miscellaneous projects following the demise of ~tid:Career4:CD-Interactive~ but I figured I had time to combine the two. The way I dealt with it was basically to kill two birds with one stone by writing the same software for both, or as near as could be achieved. And so I came to write the first of a series of high-level scripting languages that I still work on to this day. + +When in 1999 I had to leave BEPL I carried on working for Audix. The biggest - and final - project was another ambition system, this time to be installed in the national radio station in Zhengzhou, the capital of Henan Province on the Yellow River in China. As with Heathrow Terminal 4, a complete system was never set up here in the UK; all I ever got sight of was bits of it. With more experience I would have seen disaster coming, as inevitably it did. In 2003 we flew to Hong Kong, caught the hydrofoil to Shenzhen and picked up an onward flight to Zhengzhou. The visit was supposed to have been for just 2 weeks, but things started to go wrong almost immediately and I ended up there for six weeks, working 12-hour days, seven days a week. Apart from faults in my own software I had to deal with a host of problems that had not been foreseen by the owner of Audix, who was described as "a gambler" by the Hong Kong contractor overseeing the project at one memorable meeting, when he tried to lay all the blame on his software engieer (me). + +We returned to the UK to sort things out and Audix decided to continue without me. I have no idea how it all turned out. I only ever got paid for the 2 initial weeks (though all my expenses were covered) and I never even got to see much of China. In the six weeks we had just one day off, to a local theme park; the only place where I ever saw another non-Chinese (I think they were Russians). Looking back on it now, it was all a rather odd, almost surreal experience, being in a part of China where Europeans were rare (and something to be stared at). I have a set of rather disconnected memories, such as that of going out for dinner in a group. None of the restaurants thought it necessary to provide all their guests with food at the same time, so one of us would be finished long before the next had even started. I took a lot of photos while there, but I'm sad to say they have all gone missing. + +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Career1:Working through University|T-Career2:Post Office Telecommunications|T-Career3:Windrush Micro Systems|T-Career4:CD-Interactive|T-Relationships:Relationships~~space:3~Next: diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Computer1.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Computer1.txt index dddae79..9d8cbad 100644 --- a/graham-trott/Graham/Computer1.txt +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/Computer1.txt @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Joan:Mum|SRonald:Dad|T-Music:Favourite music|T-Films:Favourite films|T-Technology:The Geek's Progress~~space:3~Next: ~tid:Computer2:Assemblers and Compilers~ -# Building my first computer +## Building my first computer It was hard to be a computer enthusiast in 1975. Basically you had to work in a university or company that gave access, usually via a TeleType - a very slow electric typewriter device - to a distant time-shared computer that charged significant fees for its use. diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Computer2.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Computer2.txt index 5801530..0320dc5 100644 --- a/graham-trott/Graham/Computer2.txt +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/Computer2.txt @@ -1,10 +1,10 @@ Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Joan:Mum|SRonald:Dad|T-Music:Favourite music|T-Films:Favourite films|T-Technology:The Geek's Progress~~space:3~ -# Assemblers and compilers +## Assemblers and compilers Each generation of technology is built on the backs of the previous ones; nothing is ever built from scratch. This makes for a rapid rate of development but also for a considerable degree of vulnerability that's hard to spot. The whole of the Internet - and with it the rest of our society - is dependent on everything working and going on working. A sobering thought. Here's an amusing illustration from the online comic [xkcd.com](https://xkcd.com) illustrating the problem: -~img:dependency.png:center 25%!nolink~ +~img:dependency.png:center 25%~ Modern programmers are used to pulling software components from the Internet and integrating them into their own projects, but when I started there was no Internet and few other places to discover how things should be done. I developed my own ways of doing things and the software techniques I've used over the past 4 decades are in many ways little changed from when I started. This no doubt explains why in my later years I found it hard to fit into teams of programmers; I was used to doing things my own way. diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Holidays.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Holidays.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f68b6b --- /dev/null +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/Holidays.txt @@ -0,0 +1,33 @@ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Graham:My story|S-Joan:Mum|S-Ronald:Dad|S-Olive and Arthur:Mum's parents|S-Kate and Sidney:Dad's parents|T-Music:My favourite music|T-Films:My favourite films~~space:3~ + +# Activities and Holidays + +I was never one for a conventional package holiday, nor did I have the sense of adventure needed for the more exotic destinations. Cost was always a serious consideration. When young I went on holiday with my parents - see ~stid:Joan and Ron/Family Holidays:Family Holidays~ - and they too were very budget conscious, so this became the pattern for my own early holidays as an adult. + +I married while still at university - then divorced and remarried a few years later - and there were many demands on our limited joint income. Early holidays tended to be camping or caravanning and it always seemed to be raining, just as it had done with Mum and Dad. We drove to the South of France one year to meet up with my parents, but few of the other destinations have left much in my memory, so they can't have been very exciting. One that stands out was a couple of weeks in Lanzarote in 1983. + +In about 1978 I discovered ~tid:Windsurfing:windsurfing~, so several subsequent holidays were to places where I could indulge this new passion, either here in the UK or elsewhere in Europe. Again the Canary Islands were an obvious choice; first Gran Canaria then Tenerife. Much of the time was spent sitting on the beach waiting for the wind to blow and listening to tales of how wonderful it had been the week before I arrived. we also made 2 visits to Vassiliki, on the Greek island of Levkas, where the wind is almost guaranteed every day, and I achieved some degree of proficiency at high-wind sailing. + +A few years after windsurfing came skiing, at which point we abandoned summer holidays completely and started winter breaks instead. These started in 1988 in Bulgaria, which we returned to a couple of times. On every trip I carried a video camera everywhere, but to be honest the footage is universally terrible and not worth showing. In 1997 we got together with 2 other couples and went on the first of several group holidays in various Italian ski resorts. The choice had been arbitrary and came down to value for money. We were a bunch with mixed ability and there was little point in booking a top French resort. In the end we all came to prefer Italy anyway as it was so much more relaxed and friendly. For these trips I took more care filming and ended up with a total of 8 videos between 1997 and 2003. + +~tid:Skiing:This page holds a set of videos~ taken on skiing holidays between 1997 and 2003. + +### Dubrovnik 2000 + +In 2000 and 2002 Frances and I went to Dubrovnik, in Croatia. On the first of these trips we flew from Gatwick to Dubrovnik and spent the week generally relaxing and visiting the local area, often by boat. On our way in our flight was running late and dusk was falling. Dubrovnik airport is built on the side of a mountain and has a frequent problem with a katabatic crosswind. Just as we were touching down the plane had to suddenly take off again. We ended up in Split, a 4-hour coach trip away up the Dalmatian coast. There was a certain amount of chaoe and as we waited for coaches to be found I have a memory of seeing the former Labour leader, Michael Foot, stumbling around in the dark with his minder. He was obviously a passenger on the same flight. I assume he made it safely to his hotel; we never saw him again that week. + +The owner of the accomodation we were renting at Mlini, a couple of miles along the coast from the city, had a fast motorboat called "Vivado", which he used to ferry passengers around the region of Dubrovnik. It was very enjoyable to be flying across the water at high speed to be delivered to one of the local islands. When not travelling this way we walked along the coast, discovering bombed-out and abandoned 1970s hotels disappearing into the near-jungle. These were a reminder that the Serbian-Croatian civil war that broke up the former Yugoslavia had only ended a few years ealier. + +
+ +### Dubrovnik 2001 + +Our second trip to Dubrovnik, at the end of August 2001, was overland; a journey of some 2400 miles passing through 8 countries, in a new Vauxhall Frontera I'd bought earlier that year. With 4 in the car plus all our luggage, an outboard engine and an inflatable dinghy on the roof, we made our way over two days from Holland via Germany into Austria, through the Karawanken Tunnel into Slovenia then to Croatia at the northern port of Rijeka. Here we drove onto a white-painted car ferry from Jadrolinija Lines, which took us on a 20-hour trip down the Adriatic to Dubrovnik. We'd booked a cabin and discovered inside it a UK 13-amp power socket. I'd already felt there was something slightly familiar about this boat and realized I'd been on it before, while it was still doing service as a cross-channel ferry back in the 60s. It's a small world. It was a hot journey; even at night the front of the boat + +Once arrived we didn't use the car very much. I suppose we'd all had enough of travelling by then. We used the dinghy to explore the local coastline and to find secluded patches on a small island about half a mile out to sea. Once again we were at the same accomodation as the previous year and Vivado was still ferrying passengers to Dubrovnik and the nearby islands. + +Our return journey started again with the ferry. From Rijeka we drove into Italy, past Trieste and Venice then heading up to Lake Garda and into the mountains. We stopped at Passo Tonale, where Frances and I had been skiing on several occasions, and took the Paradiso cable car up to the snowline where the national ski team practice in summer. After admiring the views we returned to the cable car, then continued to the ski resort of Bormio via the Passo di Gavia. This, at 17km in length, is one of the highest passes in the Alps and on the southern side is quite narrow, causing difficulty in passing larger vehicles. We were in a long line of cars coming up from Ponte di Legno and at one point a motorhome coming down had stopped in a vestigial lay-by to let the ascending traffic pass. The vehicle was perched almost of the edge of a precipice and we squeezed past it with mirrors retracted, just clearing the camper on our left and a rock wall on our right. As we passed I could see the occupants sitting with sheer terror in their eyes and no prospect of being able to move, probably for some hours. From Bormio it was Livigno then the Swiss border. In Switzerland we headed for Davos then Zurich, stopping along the way to find some overnight accomodation. In the morning we continued to Basel, crossing back into France for the run to the Channel. + +
+ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Graham:My story|S-Joan:Mum|S-Ronald:Dad|S-Olive and Arthur:Mum's parents|S-Kate and Sidney:Dad's parents|T-Music:My favourite music|T-Films:My favourite films~~space:3~ diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Miscellany.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Miscellany.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b45b323 --- /dev/null +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/Miscellany.txt @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Joan:Mum|SRonald:Dad|T-Pre-school:My early years|T-Kent:The move to Kent|T-Grammar school:Grammar school|T-University:University|T-Holidays:Holidays|T-Holidays:Favourite music|T-Films:Favourite films|T-Holidays:Activities and Holidays~~space:3~ + +## Miscellany + +This page is for things that don't belong anywhere else; a selection of odds and ends. I'll start with some tram tickets. + +~img:Last Tram Week.jpg:left 25%~*Last Tram Week* was just that. In July 1952 I was only 4 years old and I dimly remember my Dad taking me for a ride on one of the last London trams. These iconic vehicles had been a feature of the city for 91 years and this was their last week of running. I'd been on a tram a couple of times, on visits to ~sid:Kate and Sidney:Nan and Grandad~, so it wasn't a complete novelty for me; it was the fact of it being the last time that stuck in my memory. I only discovered the tickets in late 2020, in a tiny envelope that had lain hidden among all my school reports. + +Here in the BBC archives is a report about [Last Tram Week](http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/july/6/newsid_2963000/2963092.stm). + +## The Tiger 100 + +~img:Tiger 100.jpg:left 25%~When I was about 19 I was newly married and living in an upstairs flat on the edge of Croydon and Penge, in a drab area dubbed "Croynge" in the cartoon strip "The Perishers" published in the _Daily Mirror_. I was still in the motorbike phase as a car was too expensive to run. I bought a second- or third-hand Triumph Tiger 100, a 500cc twin-cylinder bike from around 1962; a model with a rather large, ugly fairing partially enclosing the chain and the rear wheel. Apart from looking like a dustbin the fairing made it a swine to get at anything behind, such as the chain, so I removed it at the earliest opportunity. At some point the swinging arm suspension bushes needed replacing and I was told this could only be done by removing the entire frame. So I stripped the bike down in my living room - much to the displeasure of my first wife - then after fitting the new bushes gave it a paint job and rebuilt it. For weeks the entire flat reeked of spray paint. At the time, the colour scheme I chose was considered rather naff when all other bikes were black, but looking back now I think I was just ahead of my time. The bike gave good service, even taking us to the South of France and back on a camping trip with everything piled high on the rear carrier. + +~clear~## Eyore + +In about 1973 I bought an old Austin 1100 and a few weeks later drove it off the road and into a ditch. When the tow truck pulled it out, one side ended up a fair bit longer than the other as it had only been held together with rust and glass fibre patches. I discovered a company in Southend called Ranger Automotive, who made body kits to take a pair of 1100 subframes, and set about building my own kit car, nicknamed Eyore for some unknown reason. + +~img:Eyore-1.jpeg:left 25%~ ~img:Eyore-2.jpeg:left 25%~ Over the next few years I replaced pretty well everything. Both subframes were rusty, the suspension likewise, and I took out the 1100 engine and replaced it with a 1275cc unit with twin carbs, giving it quite decent performance. I moved the radiator to the front to overcome cooling problems and found a set of white leather seats from a Vanden Plas Princess 1100 in a local breaker's yard. All done very much on a shoestring, hence the lack of posh alloy wheels in the photos. I drove the car to the South of France one year and never really had any problems with it. Later I bought a more conventional car and Eyore languished in the garden for a couple of years before I sold it to a friend who smartened it up. He later passed it on and I heard it had gotten smashed in an accident soon after. I wonder what it would be worth now if it had survived. + +## And... + +Well this page is called Miscellany and there are some things we hang onto that defy classification. Many of these beg the question "Why on earth would you have kept _that_?" So with no apologies: + +~img:Dad hair.jpg:left 25%~ ~img:Barney hair.jpg:right 25%~ When in 1986 ~sid:Ronald:Dad~ fell down a flight of steps without a handrail he went into a coma in hospital for a couple of weeks before life support was withdrawn. During that time I heard somewhere a mention of taking a lock of a person's hair to remember them by, so after he died we did just that. It's the one on the left. + +The one on the right is from my old dog Barney, who died in 2002 at the age of 14 - quite old for a large dog. It seemed appropriate to take a lock of hair. The two are quite similar in texture. + +~clear~~img:Wisdom tooth.jpg:left 25%~ And now avert your eyes. This is one of my own wisdom teeth, extracted when I was about 25. Why would I keep it? Why not? + +~clear~Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Joan:Mum|SRonald:Dad|T-Pre-school:My early years|T-Kent:The move to Kent|T-Grammar school:Grammar school|T-University:University|T-Holidays:Holidays|T-Holidays:Favourite music|T-Films:Favourite films|T-Holidays:Activities and Holidays~~space:3~ diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Music-0.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Music-0.txt deleted file mode 100644 index dece6fd..0000000 --- a/graham-trott/Graham/Music-0.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,146 +0,0 @@ -Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Graham:My story|S-Joan:Mum|S-Ronald:Dad|S-Olive and Arthur:Mum's parents|S-Kate and Sidney:Dad's parents|T-Films:My favourite films~~space:3~Next: ~tid:Films:My favourite films~ - -# My favourite music - -I find choosing a list of favourite music a slightly daunting task. As with other things such as favourite film, colour or food, it varies from day to day. I don't want the same diet every day, nor to watch the same film over and over again, or to listen to the same music every day. So I'll start at the end, with the 3 tracks I would like to have played at my funeral. Does this seem strange? To me it's quite fitting. - -
- -First up is "Ask the mountains", by Vangelis. This strangely haunting piece, with its barely discernable lyrics, always leaves me with a feeling of inner peace. One of the comments on the YouTube page says "_I always come back to this song when I wish to reconnect with the whole universe_". Another says "_I live and die at the same time... flying high on my wings each time I hear this! Thank you, Maestro Vangelis!_" That's about right. - -Don't come after -Don't come after -Don't come after -Come -Come -Come -Come -Don't come after -Don't come after -Please don't follow me along -When you read this I'll be gone -Ask the mountains -Springs and fountains -Why couldn't this go on? -Couldn't our happiness go on? -Ask the sun that lightens up the sky -When the night gives in, to tell you why -Ask the mountains -Wild woods, highlands -Ask the green in the woods and the trees -The cold breeze coming in from the sea -Springs and fountains -Ask the mountains -Springs and fountains -Ask the mountains -Springs and fountains -Ask the mountains -Springs and… - -
- -My second choice is "Still Crazy After All These Years", by the incomparable Paul Simon. It's an elegant, concise retrospective with beautiful lyrics. - -I met my old lover -On the street last night -She seemed so glad to see me -I just smiled -And we talked about some old times -And we drank ourselves some beers -Still crazy after all these years -Oh Still crazy after all these years - -I'm not the kind of man -Who tends to socialize -I seem to lean on -Old familiar ways -And I ain't no fool for love songs -That whisper in my ears -Still crazy after all these years -Oh still crazy after all these years - -Four in the morning -Crapped out -Yawning -Longing my life away -I'll never worry -Why should I? -It's all gonna fade... - -Now I sit by my window -And I watch the cars -I fear I'll do some damage -One fine day -But I would not be convicted -By a jury of my peers -Still crazy after all these years -Oh still crazy -Still crazy -Still crazy after all these years - -
- -My third and final choice has to be Freddie Mercury, and what better than "Who Wants To Live Forever", from the 1986 film _Highlander_. At this time he was already infected with AIDS and the end of his glittering career was beginning to come into view. Whether this song reflects the awareness of mortality so evident in later numbers cannot be known, but in any case it's a powerful piece. - -There's no time for us -There's no place for us -What is this thing that builds our dreams -Yet slips away from us? -Who wants to live forever? -Who wants to live forever? - -There's no chance for us -It's all decided for us -This world has only one -Sweet moment set aside for us -Who wants to live forever? -Who wants to live forever? -Who? -Who dares to love forever -Oh, when love must die? - -But touch my tears with your lips -Touch my world with your fingertips -And we can have forever -And we can love forever -Forever is our today - -Who wants to live forever? -Who wants to live forever? -Forever is our today -Who waits forever anyway? - -## Other favourites - -I have a fairly wide and eclectic taste in music, though I'm not a fan of harsh, jangly jazz or folk. Neither am I keen on music with to much of an insistent beat, so that rules out most "pop" music as well as oompah. The piano is probably my favourinte instrument; solo guitar I find tedious and trumpets intrusive, though there are notable exceptions to all these. Lush orchestration and "pomp rock" sit somewhere near the top of my list. Queen, Pink Floyd and Genesis, definitely, while I don't much like shouty bands like Status Quo or heavy guitar rock. - -I was brought up on classical music but seldom listen to it now, though there are pieces I still enjoy, particularly where classical merges into film themes. The [Warsaw Concerto](https://youtu.be/wbb-jozEdUQ), for example, and almost anything by Ennio Morricone, John Barry or of course Vangelis. The piano concerto is my favourite style of classical music, so Rachmaninov and Rubenstein are high on the list. - -Here's a random list of tracks I would listen to over and over again: - -Lady in Red - Chris de Burgh - [YouTube](https://youtu.be/Vt2YIpZWBqA) -Live is Life - Opus - [YouTube](https://youtu.be/EGikhmjTSZI) -Orinoco Flow - Enya - [YouTube](https://youtu.be/LTrk4X9ACtw) -You can't Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones - [YouTube](https://youtu.be/jv9sDn_2XkI) -Senza Una Donna - Zucchero - [YouTube](https://youtu.be/dd9iUsrETAc) -Broken Wings - Mister Mister - [YouTube](https://youtu.be/nKhN1t_7PEY) -Vieni con Me ('s Wonderful) - Paolo Conti - [YouTube](https://youtu.be/yI0Z8dH5qZQ) -Another Day in Paradise - Phil Collins - [YouTube](https://youtu.be/Qt2mbGP6vFI) -The Rhythm Divine - Yello - [YouTube](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smwR21SDqEY) -Without You - Harry Nilson - [YouTube](https://youtu.be/G-ZDKirjQgM) - -## TheTrumpet Hit - -In July 1966 I was on holiday with my parents; a road trip across Europe to Austria then back via Italy and France. (See ~stid:Joan and Ron/Family Holidays:Family Holidays~) On the way we stopped somewhere in Germany and spent a couple of nights in youth hostel. I remember nothing about that stop except that everywhere we went we heard the same piece of music playing from bars, restaurants and in the hostel; a haunting trumpet solo, the memory of which stayed with me ever since. Several times over the years I tried to identify the piece, which I took to be a particularly German thing since I'd never heard it in England, and I never succeeded. Of course, for most of that time there was no Internet, so no easy way to find this kind of information. All you could do was pick likely music experts and sing dah-di-dum-di-dah at them in the hope they might recognise the tune. Later, searches on the Internet for German trumpeters of that period came up with a number of names but no recording resembling that particular piece. - -Then one day in November 2009 the BBC4 Time Shift series ran a programme called “The Last of the Liners”, a documentary about how the postwar liners gave way to cruise ships and travel by sea changed from being transport to leisure. An interesting programme in its own right but I wasn’t actually watching the TV when it started; I was in the computer room next door. What brought me in running was the first few scenes. Behind the presenter’s voice was that trumpet piece again, just as I remembered it, and a rush of old memories and impressions came flooding back. I stayed to watch the rest of the programme in the hope they might repeat the tune, but no, it was just that one scene. - -This time, however, I wasn’t going to give up that easily; not with the resources of the World Wide Web at hand. I went to the BBC website and started searching for someone I could ask. Now I imagine the BBC must get an awful lot of emails and it’s difficult for them to respond to every crank and nut who blasts off a ten-page complaint, so they’ve basically pulled up the drawbridge. It’s actually pretty nigh impossible to find a “Contact Us” link that leads to a real person. There are a couple of forums but they get posts every few seconds (mostly about East Enders, it seems) so anything that isn’t picked up rapidly disappears into the void. And this was a question about BBC4, whose audience is much smaller, older and probably less likely to haunt forums than that of the main channels. Even Time Shift no longer has its own website and the trail ran cold. - -However, the programme was re-run the following day so I recorded it then studied the credits and plugged the names of the producers into Google. And struck gold. The executive producer popped up in someone else’s FaceBook blog, a chess enthusiast telling his readers about a new programme being made where the producer was the chap I was searching for, and – most importantly – giving his email address at the Beeb. So I wrote to him asking if he would be so kind as to help me identify the piece of music. - -Within hours I had a reply from a production co-ordinator for the series, happy to help provide the answer I was looking for. It seems that once you find a way past the front gate the BBC is populated by friendly and helpful people; truly a national asset. And then I discovered why my attempts to find a German trumpeter had failed; he was actually an Italian called Nini Rosso, and the number, “Il Silenzio”, was a hit in several countries including Italy and Germany. Of course, armed with this information the World Wide Web disgorges as much information as anyone could ask for, such as the following video clip. - -
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It may look like everything was a disaster but in fact there were a lot of good times too that are for some strange reason harder to write about than the crises. I find it difficult to write an account that's fair to everyone so I'll just stick with basic facts. + +### Kay + +My first wife was Kay - Kathleen Taylor. Her mother had worked with mine during the War and was one of the bridesmaids at my parents wedding. The two families kept in touch intermittently. Kay's parents were Dick and Edna; he was a bank manager, at that time a most respectable profession. Kay was about a year younger than me and we met occsionally over the years but a little more frequently when we were teenagers. I don't know if my parents - or hers - consciously engaged in matchmaking but there was eventually an implied assumption that we were destined to become an item. + +And so it was in 1967, when I was 19, that we got married. My parents provided the deposit for a small flat in Penge and we applied successfully for a mortgage on the basis of my salary as a sandwich-coure student and hers as a trainee caterer. + +I think it's fair to say neither of us was really ready for the commitment. We should have waited at least until I'd finished at university, but that seemed an eternity away and we were keen to move into our own house, something that wouldn't be permitted if we hadn't married first. Times were changing, but not that quickly. + +I don't have many memories of that time. We didn't do very much together and gradually drifted apart. I think Kay had found herself a replacement for me, someone who she had been keen on several years earlier, but although I suspected an affair I was never able to prove anything. The final nail in our marital coffin came when I graduated. We'd been talking about moving house and my parents were keen to help my brother the same way they had me, so the idea developed for hin to buy the Penge flat from us, with their help. I don't think they ever put pressure on us to find somewhere to live but Kay saw it that way. At that time, houses were getting hard to find and we eventually settled for a bungalow in Brentwood, in Essex. + +We'd barely moved in when it became obvious the house was in a very sorry state. Cheaply made, it was not a good purchase. Our relationship didn't improve and after less than a year Kay abruptly moved out. The subsequent divorce was a messy business, as they so often are, particularly as the house proved hard to sell and we eventually settled for a much lower value than hoped for. Maybe we got away lightly; a few years later I heard the house had been demolished. + +Although I was only at the Brentwood house for a few years, quite a lot happened. When we moved in I had a Triumph motorbike - see ~tid:Miscellany:Miscellany~ - but we really wanted a car. So I sold the bike. Kay was disgusted at the low price I got for it; I know I'm not a good salesman but it probably wasn't far off right. With the money I bought a rusty Austin 1100, then wrote it off by driving it into a ditch. Rather than buy another car I ordered a kit of parts to make my own Moke-style vehicle based on what could be used from the Austin - again see ~tid:Miscellany:Miscellany~. Across the road the son of the owners was scrapping an old Vauxhall Victor, so we piled all the left-over parts from my build into the back of the Vauxhall and away they went. I then finished the kit car, but it wasn't the kind of transport Kay had aspirations for; no doubt this contributed to our break-up. + +### Frances + +When Kay left I was 25. Over the next couple of years I had a couple of girlfriends, the most notable being Julia, a girl 7 years my junior who lived over in Basildon. She was just leaving school to go to University and study German, a language I knew a little of. Her studies took her to a college in Saarbrucken, where I visited her on one occasion, but I was no match for relatively affluent German boys who could woo her with the language. + +Then in January 1975 some old friends down in Orpington invited me to a Burns Night orgy. Yes, that's not a typo; a real-live orgy. With a few extra attendees such as myself not taking much part in events. I knew beforehand it was an orgy as they had one each year at that time. I wasn't greatly bothered about the orging but didn't want to miss the free food and drink. The formula was simple; provide plenty of booze and turn the central heating up to maximum. Outside it was a crisp and very frosty night but inside you'd never have known. + +Another non-participant was Frances Kendall, the woman who later became my second wife, brought to the party by another of the guests. We were introduced then sat in a corner together, mostly ignoring the events going on around us. Since we got on so well we arranged to meet up again, and one thing led to another. Although she was somewhat older than me, with two daughters, we felt a great deal of affinity with each other, most notably because we were both recent divorcees. We were married 2 years to the day after we first met. + +Frances and I spent 32 years together, working to raise the girls and build ourselves a decent life. Most of it was pretty good, but one or two things gradually built up and spoiled the dream. The first one was that I was dissatisfied with life as a BT engineer, finding it in many ways too constraining. While I was able to pursue my interest in computers as a hobby for many years, eventually the company decided it had the right to claim ownership of everything I did, unpaid and in my own time. My links with outside organisations were frowned upon and would eventually have become subject to disciplinary action, so I left the company before this could happen. + +The second fly in the ointment was a desire I'd always had; to live in a foreign country. Several factors contributed to this desire; the weather and a general dislike of English parochialism among them, but most notably the desire to be fluent in another language. I'd learned French and German at school and our skiing and windsurfing trips together had taken us to Greece, Spain, Bulgaria, France, Sweden and finally Italy. When I found myself commuting between Norwich and Cambridge every day I decided to put the time to good use and play language learning CDs while driving. But which language? Because our next holiday was to be in Italy, that was the choice I made, and after that there was really no turning back. I now had my heart set on retiring to Italy. + +Unfortunately, Frances didn't see it the same way, but she was unable to articulate her wishes fully. Like many people she was stuck in a mis-remembered past that she longed to re-create; a husband with a secure job; children and grandchildren to indulge and so on. But of the two, my forcefulness proved stronger than her resistance and we ended up buying a house in Italy, just as the 2007 financial melt-down was gathering pace. + +We lasted just under a year at the house in Apricale. During this time we didn't communicate a great deal. Frances would tell anyone willing to listen how unhappy she was at the life we'd begun and how it was all my fault for leaving BT 15 years earlier. I take no pride in admitting I weakened during this time, looking for someone who could help me process the disappointment I felt about the way things were turning out. That person could have been male or female and I was only looking for someone I could confide in; there was no need for it to have been an affair of the heart. As luck would have it, though, a few months later I met Anna, who lived a short way away and who was in an even more disastrous relationship than mine was turning out to be. After a stormy break up of both our marriages, my house went back up for sale, Frances moved back to England and Anna and I set up together in a rented apartment in Ventimiglia. + +If I've learned anything from my history of marriage and divorce it's that for anyone but the most stone-hearted, regret is inevitable. However much I enjoy life as it is, there's a corner of me that regrets the way things happened. I blame myself for most of it; particularly my failure to obey my own wedding vows, "for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part". It's arguable that to have gone on with things as they were would have made neither of us any happier, but that's not provable either way. All I know is that it hurt at the time, still does when I think about it and always will do. It doesn't make me want to go and try to undo what happened; far from it. I just wish it wasn't there as a constant weight, however small, on my conscience. + +### Anna + +My life with Anna has been a roller-coaster from day one, when we got together on September 15, 2007. Although Anna had a job it turned out to be precarious. My resources amounted to a State pension plus half the value of the Italian house I'd just sold. My BT pension vanished in the divorce and we were in the middle of the financial crisis. With most of my funds I'd bought a small apartment in Torri, a tiny village about 8km from the coast at Ventimiglia, but needed a mortgage to do so. The resulting monthly payments exceeded any income we were able to bring in. This is a situation nobody would want to encounter. + +Anna's separation from her abusive husband involved complexities compared to which mine were a walk in the park. When we got together he shut her out of their house and emptied all their joint bank accounts. Later on he refused to pay the mortgage, while continuing to live at the house, barricaded in so as to create the impression the house was empty. At through this period he would discover where Anna was working and pester her employers with endless nuisance phone calls, pretending to be all shorts of different people but with the constant aim of discrediting her and forcing her dismissal. In this he usually succeeded. + +We were forced into a number of survival strategies. One was to start a business. We chose a model that was a hybrid between those currently available; an online cookware shop specializing in products for superyachts, hotels and big private houses, with an emphasis on providing a personal service. We set up buying accounts with a number of European equipment manufactures and wholesalers, all of whom were prepared to supply to order and not require us to keep stock. Although this model couldn't possibly work today we were partially successful for 2 or 3 years; we just about broke even or made a small profit. + +At the end of 2007 we launched The Riviera Woman, an online magazine aimed at women on the Riviera. Although we had no particular focusa at the outset it gradually moved towards telling the stories of the people who lived in, worked in or had connections with the area. We started filming interviews and ended up making a couple of hundred in all; everyone from pop singers and sculptors to Monaco politicians and royalty. This gave us experience that we've been able to use ever since, but at the time it brought in no money. Anna became a well-known figure in the area and developed strong writing skills that she later applied to great effect in her career as a funeral celebrant. + +The second strategy was to take Anna's husband through the Italian legal system, something we were told by everyone we met would only lead to disaster for us. We had two things going for us; he had emptied a joint savings account in the UK and he refused to acknowledge any letters. The first of these gave us a reason to take him to court; the second proved to be his undoing as he failed to realise that under Italian law, not answering implies agreement with any charges contained therein. After 5 years of to-ing and fro-ing we had a judgment that forfeited his half of their jointly-owned property. I was able to buy that half and after a few suggestions that his health might not be best served by hanging around, he finally moved out. There's been neither sight nor sound of him ever since; at the time of writing approaching a decade. We gained a great deal of respect for the much-maligned Italian legal system; it may be slow but it's thorough and worked well for us. + +The third strategy was for me to get computer programming work in the UK. Over the ten-year period I was able to do this twice; a notable achievement for one of my age. On the first occasion, in 2011, the job was in Coventry. I rented a flat to live in locally while Anna stayed at our apartment in Torri. My pay was almost totally consumed by two mortgages - one on Torri and the other on Anna's house that her husband was occupying while paying nothing - and by the rent in Conventry, but it kept us above water. In 2013 three things happened; my mother died and left me a reasonable, if not spectacular, sum of money, I sold the Torri apartment and we won Anna's house back. So I left Coventry and came back to Italy to live in our now jointly-owned house. Our resources still didn't cope with the cost of living, though, so in 2016 I once again sought work and was lucky enough to get it. Interestingly, the job came from the same person who had interviewed me for the Coventry job 5 years earlier. This time it was a home-working opportunity that allowed me to work from Italy. + +The Italian period eventually drew to a close. Following the Brexit vote, life was likely to get more difficult for expats like us. Then my hearing suddenly deteriorated after I caught flu. This made it much harder for me to cope with the daily online work meetings and I started to fall behind. Eventually I was "let go", to use the polite euphemism for being sacked. Thirdly, in spite of all efforts, Anna had not managed to earn a reliable income in Italy or France. Finally, Anna's mother in Leeds was having difficulty managing alone. So we made the decision in early 2018 to put the house up for sale and move back to England, where we would become carers for Anna's mother, living in her house. + +That's the rough outline. As for the detail, that belongs in other parts of these memoirs. Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Kent:The move to Kent|T-Grammar school:Grammar school|T-University:University|T-Career1:My first career~~space:3~Next: diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Skiing.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Skiing.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9d0c2e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/Skiing.txt @@ -0,0 +1,37 @@ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Graham:My story|S-Joan:Mum|S-Ronald:Dad|S-Olive and Arthur:Mum's parents|S-Kate and Sidney:Dad's parents|T-Music:My favourite music|T-Films:My favourite films~~space:3~ + +# Skiing Holidays + +## 1997 Passo Tonale, Italy + +
+ +## 1998 Pila, Italy + +
+ +## 1998 Are, Sweden (My 50th birthday) + +
+ +## 1999 Sauze d'Oulx, Italy + +
+ +## 2000 Passo Tonale (Italy) + +
+ +## 2001 La Thuile, Italy + +
+ +## 2002 La Thuile, Italy + +
+ +## 2003 San Francisco and Lake Tahoe, USA + +
+ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Graham:My story|S-Joan:Mum|S-Ronald:Dad|S-Olive and Arthur:Mum's parents|S-Kate and Sidney:Dad's parents|T-Music:My favourite music|T-Films:My favourite films~~space:3~ diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/Windsurfing.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/Windsurfing.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..355cb9c --- /dev/null +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/Windsurfing.txt @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Graham:My story|S-Joan:Mum|S-Ronald:Dad|S-Olive and Arthur:Mum's parents|S-Kate and Sidney:Dad's parents|T-Music:My favourite music|T-Films:My favourite films~~space:3~ + +# Windsurfing + +Surfing has always been a thing but the idea of adding a sail only really took off in the 1980s. I'd heard about it and may occasionally have seen windsurfers off Felixstowe beach, close to where I lived, but it was only when a friend bought a board I started to take an interest. I was by then in my late 30s. I found a second-hand board; a truly terrrible item that was both heavy and incredibly slow, and went through the usual laborious process of learning to handle it. I became a member of the club that met every weekend on Felixstowe beach. Unlike many of the others I was never well-off enough to afford decent equipment; mine was always considerably inferior. Windsurfing is one of those sports where money really does buy you the best, and this was painfully obvious. + +~img:Windsurfing-3.jpg:left 25%~Nevertheless, windsurfing became a passion for well over a decade and I got quite good at it. I was never keen on racing; my interest was in going as fast as possible in the highest winds I could manage. This was fortunately the cheap option; racing boards are expensive and fragile. Unfortunately, the better you get at windsurfing the fewer times you can find wind strong enough to fully stretch your ability. + +~img:Windsurfing-1.jpg:right 25%~A friend in Felixstowe started building hand-made boards to order and in about 1985 I commissioned the one in this photo, with a design inspired by a quote from Cassius Clay (a.k.a. Mohammed Ali): "Float like a butterfly; sting like a bee". It was unusually small, with insufficient buoyancy to hold my weight unless moving, for which it required a good deal of wind. So the occasions I could use it properly were few and far between. However, here's one of me off a beach in Tenerife on a rare occasion when I found enough wind to get going properly. + +~clear~On 2 occasions in the early 1990s we took summer holidays at Vassiliki, on the Greek island of Levkas. Here there is a wide bay facing south, with a long mountain ridge all the way down its western side. In summer the heat of the day causes an inversion effect to occur during the afternoon and a "katabatic" wind falls down the mountainside and out across the bay, giving ideal conditions for high-speed windsurfing. The wind, known to windsurfers as "Eric" is generally reliable so it's a good place for a holiday. Non-windsurfers are kept away owing to the danger of being hit by large lumps of plastic travelling at high speed. + +~img:Windsurfing-2.jpg:left 25%~Owing to this danger it's not easy to get a good photo. Here's the only one I can find of myself, not going very fast as I'm about to land back at the beach. The conditions are unusual; very flat water at the upwind edge, rapidy becoming a short steep chop further out. A board travelling at any speed basically bounces from one wave top to the next, making turns difficult. On one occasion a sudden gust caught my sail half-way through a turn at a speed of maybe 20mph. The sail flipped onto the water and stopped dead but I carried on. Unfortunately the hook on my harness caught the harness rope and prevented the usual graceful arc, instead flipping me backwards onto the sail with a violent jerk. A potentially serious incident but apart from a bit of neck-ache no harm was done. ~img:RYA.jpg:right 15%~These were the early days of Club Vass, a British-owned board hire shop on the beach, also offering training for RYA (Royal Yachting Association) certificates. Here's my Level 4 certificate from my instructor, Roddy Coull, a Scot who was every bit as cool as his name demanded. + +Since I was usually the one behind the camera, I don't feature much in my own video collection. Here's just about the only clip of me taken at Vassiliki in 2003. At least it gives an impression of the conditions - not the least how warm it was - and how busy it got. + +
+ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Graham:My story|S-Joan:Mum|S-Ronald:Dad|S-Olive and Arthur:Mum's parents|S-Kate and Sidney:Dad's parents|T-Music:My favourite music|T-Films:My favourite films~~space:3~ diff --git a/graham-trott/Graham/content.txt b/graham-trott/Graham/content.txt index 87e2876..1193f4f 100644 --- a/graham-trott/Graham/content.txt +++ b/graham-trott/Graham/content.txt @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ -Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Joan:Mum|SRonald:Dad|T-Pre-school:My early years|T-Kent:The move to Kent|T-Grammar school:Grammar school|T-University:University|T-Music:Favourite music|T-Films:Favourite films|T-Technology:The Geek's Progress~~space:3~Next: ~tid:Pre-school:My early years~ +Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Joan:Mum|SRonald:Dad|T-Pre-school:My early years|T-Kent:The move to Kent|T-Grammar school:Grammar school|T-University:University|T-Holidays:Holidays|T-Music:Favourite music|T-Films:Favourite films|T-Miscellany:Miscellany|T-Technology:The Geek's Progress~~space:3~Next: ~tid:Pre-school:My early years~ -Graham John Trott: 1948- +## Graham John Trott: 1948- My full name is Graham John Trott and this is my story. ~img:GT.jpg:right 25%~I am an ordinary Englishman; born in London and brought up in the south-east of England. I went to university in London and from there into a career as an electronics engineer, moving into software at the start of the computer revolution in the mid 1970s. Much later on I lived in Italy for about 10 years and now at the age of 72 I'm in Leeds, Yorkshire, where I expect to remain for the rest of my days. Computer software is still my passion and is the origin of the code that drives this website (see ~sid:info:Information~). @@ -8,4 +8,4 @@ I've divided these memoirs into several topics and there's a drop-down list on e Many of these stories are based on photographs where they exist. There's a fairly noticeable distinction between our current age and the pre-digital one when it cost money to take photos and to print them. Now they are free to take and we rarely commit them to hard copy, keeping them online instead. 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Eventually her eyesight started to worsen with the onset of macular degeneration, so she was never able to finish her long-term project; a chain carved from a single block of wood. I occasionally have a hankering to try and do that myself; maybe I'll get round to it before it's too late. + +~clear~~img:Macavity.jpg:left 15%~Height: 41cm. "Macavity" was the only carving to have a name. It's her most substantial piece and has a "presence" that's impossible to ignore in a room. It was inspired by some cat sculptures we came across in the Burwash Manor craft shop, to the west of Cambridge, in about 2003. + +~clear~~img:Hanging cat.jpg:left 15%~Height: 23cm. A jokey piece. + +~clear~~img:Cod bone.jpg:left 15%~Standing 57cm tall, this was a magnified copy of a bone from a cod, that presumably remained after dinner one day. Mum was impressed by its elegance. + +~clear~~img:Cricketer.jpg:left 15%~Height: 36cm. Mum carved this for George, who had at one time been a keen cricketer. + +~clear~~img:Dolphins.jpg:left 15%~Height: 13cm. This was probably Mum's most accomplished carving; very sensual to the touch. + +~clear~~img:Eagle.jpg:left 15%~Height: 15.5cm. Not as elegant but still a nice piece of work, capturing the essence of frozen motion. + +~clear~~img:Statue.jpg:left 15%~Height: 22cm. This was done at about the same time as the eagle. Both are a little rough as Mum was finding it hard to handle the tools by then. Though the wood itself may have had something to do with that; they both appear to have been cut from the same piece. + ~clear~Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|T-Memories:Early memories|S-Joan and Ron:Joan and Ron|S-Joan and Albert:Joan and Albert|S-Olive and Arthur:Parents: Olive and Arthur|S-Graham:Son: Graham|S-Ronald:Husband 1: Ron|S-Albert:Husband 2: Albert|S-George:Partner:George|T-Obituary:Obituary~~space:3~ diff --git a/graham-trott/Joan/images/Cod bone.jpg b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Cod bone.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a8611c Binary files /dev/null and b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Cod bone.jpg differ diff --git a/graham-trott/Joan/images/Cricketer.jpg b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Cricketer.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d5e6990 Binary files /dev/null and b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Cricketer.jpg differ diff --git a/graham-trott/Joan/images/Dolphins.jpg b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Dolphins.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3760ea0 Binary files /dev/null and b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Dolphins.jpg differ diff --git a/graham-trott/Joan/images/Eagle.jpg b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Eagle.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e6b9fb3 Binary files /dev/null and b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Eagle.jpg differ diff --git a/graham-trott/Joan/images/Hanging cat.jpg b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Hanging cat.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5792212 Binary files /dev/null and b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Hanging cat.jpg differ diff --git a/graham-trott/Joan/images/Macavity.jpg b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Macavity.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..18cafc7 Binary files /dev/null and b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Macavity.jpg differ diff --git a/graham-trott/Joan/images/Statue.jpg b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Statue.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..79a3839 Binary files /dev/null and b/graham-trott/Joan/images/Statue.jpg differ diff --git a/graham-trott/home/content.txt b/graham-trott/home/content.txt index 6ee3629..8e36907 100644 --- a/graham-trott/home/content.txt +++ b/graham-trott/home/content.txt @@ -10,10 +10,90 @@ There's nothing unusual about my family. We are quite ordinary people but everyo Some of these stories are incomplete - particularly my own, I hope. It's a surprisingly big task to remember or find all the facts, to choose photos and to organize it all. But I'm having fun doing it and along the way discovering things in my own memory that I didn't know were there. -**GDPR Note**: All of the people named in these pages are either deceased or have given their permission for the personal information provided to be made publicly available. +Progress note: In September 2020 I drove down to my house in Italy and retrieved all my old photographs. I hope to start scanning them soon and use them where appropriate in these pages. -Progress note: A few weeks ago I drove down to my house in Italy and retrieved all my old photographs. I hope to start scanning them soon and use them where appropriate in these pages. +**GDPR Note**: All of the people named in these pages are either deceased or have given their permission for the personal information provided to be made publicly available. Links: ~select:-:Select a subject!selected disabled hidden|S-Graham:My story|S-Joan:Mum|S-Ronald:Dad|S-Olive and Arthur:Mum's parents|S-Kate and Sidney:Dad's parents~~space:3~Next: ~sid:Graham:My story~ -Graham Trott; Leeds, September 2020 +Graham Trott; Leeds, November 2020 + +## Contents list + +Each of these pages has a selection of links to other pages. Here's a complete list of all the pages: + +### Albert +~sid:Albert:Albert Woodhead~ + +### Graham +~sid:Graham:My story~ + +~stid:Graham/Pre-school:My early years~ + +~stid:Graham/Kent:The move to Kent~ + +~stid:Graham/University:University~ + +~stid:Graham/Career1:My first career~ + +~stid:Graham/Career2:Post Office Telecommunications~ + +~stid:Graham/Career3:Windrush~ + +~stid:Graham/Career4:CD-Interactive~ + +~stid:Graham/Career5:Audix Broadcast~ + +~stid:Graham/Technology:The Geek's Progress~ + +~stid:Graham/Computer1:Building my first computer~ + +~stid:Graham/Computer2:Assemblers and Compilers~ + +~stid:Graham/Holidays:Holidays~ + +~stid:Graham/Windsurfing:Windsurfing~ + +~stid:Graham/Music:Music~ + +~stid:Graham/Films:Films~ + +~stid:Graham/Relationships:Relationships~ + +~stid:Graham/Miscellany:Miscellany~ + +### Joan +~sid:Joan:Joan Eileen Rosa Matthews~ + +~stid:Joan/Memories:In her own words~ + +~stid:Joan/Art:Painting and Sculpture~ + +~stid:Joan/Obituary:Obituary~ + +### Joan and Ron +~sid:Joan and Ron:Joan and Ron~ + +~stid:Joan and Ron/Family Holidays:Family Holidays~ + +### Joan and Albert +~sid:Joan and Albert:Joan and Albert~ + +### Joan and George +~sid:Joan and George:Joan and George~ + +~stid:Joan and George/Provence:Holiday in Provence~ + +~stid:Joan and George/Sicily:Holiday in Sicily~ + +### Kate and Sidney +~sid:Kate and Sidney:Kate and Sidney~ + +### Olive and Arthur +~sid:Olive and Arthur:Olive and Arthur~ + +### Ronald +~sid:Ronald:Ronald~ + +### Ronald +~stid:Ronald/Wartime:Ronald in World War II~ diff --git a/index.html b/index.html index 5bd8f4c..538805b 100644 --- a/index.html +++ b/index.html @@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ - +