From 1969 until 1972 I worked in Liverpool. I lived at home, which was difficult and my main source of release was via rugby. There were many highlights but on the whole we often got well beaten and a batch of ill health also played me low. I was often very depressed in all truth because I just could not see a way out of what I saw as very ordinary and restrictive life. I was doing ‘well’ at work but that did not surprise me. I was Captain of rugby Club and would often read about my own exploits in press articles but I whole lot was missing and I was afraid. I drank too much too and yes i dabbled in drugs. None of this helped.
At the time I drove a green Austin A30. It had no heater and the radio was courtesy of a portable job which had a coat hangar as an aerial. I spent all the money I earned on clothes or beer and whilst I might have appeared to some to be having a good life the truth was I was not, inside I felt just desperate.
In late 1972 a change occurred a big change. I was offered the job to move to London and start a new life. It was terrifying of course but a good mate offered me lodging and the next chapter of my life was about to begin. My mood, which had been desparate at times slowly began to change and one day on the way home from work driving my little green car a song came on the radio. With it came a wave of emotion so memorable I can feel it now. As I passed the ‘Red Cat’ Public house where Tiger had delivered many of his lectures to me the evening sky appeared as I crested the hill and before me was an awe-inspiring sun scape appeared. The words of the song that was playing had a whole new meaning. I contemplated the wonder of nature and my new future at the same time it was mind blowing.
My third Song: Here comes the Sun by The Beatles.
Tales of a Life Well Lived 