Friday, September 18, 2015
Not by me
Back in the bad old days when I worked as track coach at the National Cycling Centre in Manchester, one of my duties was to go a give a talk at the CIBA dye works to the local massive. This meant making up all sorts of 'stuff' to amuse the old dears that CIBA bused in order to placate the locals. I soon got he hang of it - romance at the Velodrome was always a winner.
At the end of the plant I was offered a look through their photographs in the office as they had to get rid of them. Lovely archive and i could have taken the lot. I particularly took a shine to this snap.
Now, I wonder where I put it?