IN September 1972 I started college in Liverpool and met a whole set of new people.
Sitting alone in my room in the halls of residence on the first evening, I heard the sound of Joni Mitchell and John Martyn seeping through the wall.
My new next door neighbour turned out to be Simon Davey from Salford who was and still is an exceptionally fine git-voc (guitar-vocalist).
My school pal from St Bede’s, Ged Hynes, a gentleman and proper scholar was just along the corridor and on the floor above was Jim Williamson, from Cleator Moor in Cumbria, a gifted artist.
We all became very good friends very quickly.
Of course there were many others who formed our close college cohort and I’m pleased to say most went on to have happy lives and successful careers.
Reminiscing about college life can be bitter-sweet – great memories but the fact that it all happened 42 years ago is a bit depressing.
I’m not really one for reunions but I enjoyed a small get-together with Ged, Jim and Simon in Manchester.
All three have used their huge talents to educate thousands of young people and are now enjoying doing what they’ve always been good at.
Ged is a brilliant author and raconteur, Jim is creating critically acclaimed artwork and Simon is still strumming and warbling in venues across the country.
We had a laugh. All the usual stories were told, the embarrassing situations were re-lived and I still managed to get an early night.
It was like a scene from Last of The Summer Wine – we were sipping halves of bitter, sitting in the corner of the pub near the toilets.
Well, at our age, you can’t be too careful.