Jim Foster

His celebrated, ‘Some come here to sit and think’ was painstakingly carved into a washroom wall in Westminster Abby…

I always thought it was just an old wives’ tale, but it’s true. Every hair on Bill’s head went right for the ceiling – all three of them.

Fortunately we all survived that attack, partly because the wolves were miles away and also the fact we were about thirty feet from the front door of Grandview Lodge.

In The Merry Widow, the exquisite women at Maxime’s swarmed him constantly as the local ladies did to me when I was young.

Soap was around at the time but not all that popular since water hadn’t been invented and rubbing a bar or two on one’s body usually resulted in cuts and abrasions.

ShareA Geezer’s Notebook, By Jim Foster After this, I promise I won’t run on and on about Christmas stuff until

It is for you I am making a few suggestions to enable you to become more endearing and even find the odd person to like you, which may be quite an accomplishment for several of you.

One by one, the fairies crawled out from under the chairs, and from behind the door, and from behind Santa.

Just once I’d like to celebrate Christmas in the summertime, maybe sit in Gerry Sharpe`s back yard with a couple of coolers singing, Christmas carols with chestnuts roasting on his barbecue.

If I remember my mother used to put a turkey in the oven in the middle of the night so it would be done before the 11 o’clock news came on the next day.