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Dad’s 70th birthday

Christ almighty!  Today would have been my Dad’s 70th birthday!

Ever since he passed away over ten years ago, I have celebrated his birthday each year by doing things that he often enjoyed during a typical week; such as (but not limited to):

* Go to Selsey and have a full English breakfast

* Listen to all his favourite music in the car

* Demolish a big curry with Kingfisher Lager and imagine him sniffing away as the Madras took hold

* Put a few quid on the dogs or horses

* Watch a game of footy if it’s on; If not, watch ‘Finding Eric’, a montage of 80’s and 90’s Man utd footage on youtube or a Laurel and Hardy film

* Randomly beep the car horn at strangers and see if they wave back or growl at them like a bear whilst they go across a zebra crossing to see if they jump out of their skin.

This year however, I’m finding it really hard to comprehend that he would have been 70 years old?  70?!?

Dad was a typical Clint Eastwood or John Wayne archetype, an indomitable spirit who had dynamite and napalm coursing through his veins; so I genuinely can’t imagine him being a little old man!

As today is a Monday and a working day, I will be unable to do a few of the things on the list above; however, come tonight, I will be toasting him with a pint of Indias finest lager!

Miss you Dad, Happy birthday!


D-Day 70th Anniversary.

Today marks the 70th anniversary of the Normandy D-Day landings; words can not do justice to the brave souls who gave their all on the 6th of June, 1944.   

We owe them everything and I am very thankful that I had the privilege to know some World War 2 veterans growing up.

Mr Bill Sutton lived three doors away from my childhood home and was a paratrooper in Arnhem which saw vicious losses for the parachute regiment. 

I also remember Mr Warner fondly, he lived down my road and was a delightful old soul who used to lift me over his head whenever he saw me (yes, I was tiny enough to do that once). 

Both men saw unimaginable horrors during their service, but were kind, gentle and humble to the extreme; it makes me immensely sad that we are seeing the end of this exceptional generation.

 My greatest influence growing up was Private Alfred George Martin of His Majesty’s Royal Marine Commando’s, service number X107630.



Joe (as I knew him) “did his bit”; or as history shows, he and other Royal Marine Commandos were sent in before the main landing party to take out key German fortifications and guns. 

Today, I honour his legacy and the countless others who served in World War 2; the vast majority of which were never boastful, never glamorised their “contribution” in the pursuit of freedom. 

Joe’s medals


I am only sad that I can not be on the beaches today to pay my respects and meet the surviving veterans;

My trip to Normandy back in April 2011 (https://antikrish.com/2011/04/17/normandy/) was a very humbling experience and it will be a sad day when the last of this magnificent generation are no more. 

“A man does what he must – in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures – and that is the basis of all human morality.”

Winston Churchill

 Lest we forget.