Back in my days of secondary education at one of Great Britain's better Grammar Schools – The Harvey, in Folkestone – I was fortunate enough to have a superb French Master – HO Emerson, 'Emmo' to us boys – whose claim to fame was that he had actually written and published our French text books. It wasn't long before he re-christened me 'Monsieur Dubois', and so I've remained in fun ever since. Being a Yorkshireman by birth, Emmo claimed that the flat northern vowels were the nearest thing to the way French vowel pronunciation should sound. He was probably right. I didn't have a problem, being one of those annoying people who cannot help mimicking anyone in whose company I remain for any length of time.
While I worked for Marconi Radar in Leicester I was fortunate enough to travel to many places I would never have had the chance to visit on a limited family budget – in the days when mortgage interest rates reached a peak of 19%! – and staying in five star hotels, to boot! Here are a few spots in no particular order of time or preference.
Audience Chamber @ The Red Fort in Delhi
Cape Canaveral in the early '80s
Hong Kong Ferry in the late 60s
Kerri-Ann & John
Unfortunately, we have no ucurrent pics of the Gloucestershire branch of the Timbi, (the Coughlins) who have (temporarily?) went absent a few years ago and have now moved down to Devon… or so we hear.
Jessica, now 19 and Josh(ua) now 15