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Mark Foulsham

Profile Updated: December 18, 2017
Current Occupation (if any) & Previous Occupations:
Retired from work - but not from life!
Name of Spouse/Partner:
Children's names and the year they were born:
Daniel Mark born 1986
Scott James born 1991
Alexandra Bonnie Louise born 1992

Oliver More…Sneddon - Grandson number 1 - born 2013
School Years: Which years did your time at Sloane cover?


House: Which House were you in at Sloane?


Were you known by any other name or nickname at school?


School Memories?

So many but the one thing I'll never forget was the Maths lesson with Mr Cossins. He spent one lesson continually checking his hearing aid.
It was difficult not to laugh as first one boy on one side of the room would whistle and he'd stop what he was doing to tap his aid. Then as he continued to talk as he moved around the room, another boy on the opposite side of the room would do the same and he'd respond with another tap on the aid. Can't recall if he ever got wise to it or if he ever bought a new hearing aid.

My worst memory of school concerns the day of the Lipton Trophy Final replay. We'd drawn the first match at Craven Cottage and were due to replay at Victoria Park. On the coach on the way to the game, Bracher called me over to him and, after I'd sat down, told me I wouldn't be in the team that day. I'd be substitute and Eric Greagsby would be playing in my place! Needless to say, I was devastated and have never forgiven Bracher (and never could) for the heartless way he broke the news. It was undeserved and, whatever his reasons (which he never gave), it should not have been done to a football-mad schoolboy in the manner it was done. It certainly put me off football for a long time, but I was made to feel better by the result when the team, without me, were soundly beaten. When it came to medal presentation, I was last in line and Bracher grudgingly said, "I suppose you'd better have the last one". I was tempted to throw it off Putney Bridge on the way home but still have it today. I still look at it occasionally and see Bracher's face smirking and staring back at me. Nasty piece of work.

What has happened in your life since you left Sloane?

E-mail me or phone if you want to talk about the past but especially if you want to talk about shared memories. Make it a priority if you owe me money!

Started my own mobile disco business whilst doing 'A' levels and carried on with it for approximately the next 10 years,the first of which I was also working ( a proper job) as manager of a retail / wholesale stationers (officially Deputy Manager but the manager was never there) and 5 of which I was also working for the Greater London Council at County Hall.
Joined the Department of Trade and Industry in 1978 and left them to become a self-employed Financial Advisor in 1994. Had two other short-term managerial jobs after that (Pine & Antique furniture shop and a Storage Centre) both of which ended in the businesses closing down (am I some kind of Jonah or what?) and am now, apparently, unemployable. Who cares? I am officially retired.

Where were you born?

Princess Beatrice Hospital, on the corner of Old Brompton Road and Finborough Road, Kensington, London, SW5. Mum and Dad were living at 261G Fulham Court, Fulham, London when I was born. The hospital closed in 1960.

Where did you live when you were at Sloane?

12, Lancaster Court
Fulham Road

Which Primary school did you attend?

Munster Road, Fulham

What is your full address?:

382, Northborough Road
SW16 4TS

Home Phone Number:

020 8395 2119

Mobile Phone Number:


When and where were you married?

Fulham Town Hall R.O. August 21st 1981 followed by blessing & reception next day at Fulham Spiritualist Church for which I was in full top hat and tails and for which I looked a pr**! Check my photos if you don't believe me.


This site, computing generally, genealogy, local history, my record collection, writing, entering competitions, horseracing, DIY, design, cooking, the relaxation that fishing brings, socialising (especially if it involves good beer), family and friends, nostalgia, dreaming.

Teams: Do you support any sports teams?

Fulham FC since age 5 - now only from a distance.

TV/Films/Radio: What are your favourite films and programmes. Who are your favourite actors/actresses?

TV - Programmes I made a point of watching regularly over the years have been many but those that will linger longest in the memory are - The BBC Proms (a fabulous, glorious wallow in music and patriotism. It should be compulsory viewing). The wonderfully scripted Yes Minister & Yes Prime Minister (being an ex-Civil Servant I can understand the world it portrays and the truths it imparts in a humorous way that has meaning). Minder, Only Fools and Horses, All Creatures Great & Small, Dad's Army, Fawlty Towers, Steptoe and Son, Rising Damp, The Fall And Rise Of Reginald Perrin, Out of Town with Jack Hargreaves, Hill Street Blues, Happy Days, Cheers, Frasier, Thirtysomething, X-Files, Have I Got News For You, One Foot In the Grave, It Ain't Half Hot Mum, , the BBC's Dickens adaptations and other adaptations of novels like Larkrise to Candleford, which always seemed to be able to catch the pace and mood of the time, or what we imagine it to have been. Antiques Roadshow, Countryfile, Timeteam, Coast, Great Canal Journeys, Great British Railway Journeys, Great Continental Railway Journeys and practically anything to do with the UK's history and landscape.

In the 21st century - the hilarious, brilliantly acted Big Bang Theory, New Tricks, Waking the Dead, Line Of Duty.

Films I don't mind watching over and over again were usually made in the 1950s,1960s or 1970sand include - all the Ealing Comedies, The Huggets films from the 1940s, musicals (especially West Side Story, The Glen Miller Story, any Fred Astaire musical), many old war films about World War II, Norman Wisdom films, The Third Man, Brighton Rock, A Matter of Life and Death, The 39 Steps (I just prefer the Kenneth More version), This Happy Breed, Best Years Of Our Lives, Lost Horizon, The Thief of Baghdad, The Red Shoes, Educating Rita, Little Voice, Billy Elliot, Cabaret, Great Expectations, Oliver Twist, A Christmas Carol, Miracle on 34th Street, Tunes of Glory, In Which We Serve, A Clockwork Orange, The World According to Garp, 1984, Passport to Pimlico, Don't Look Now, The Quiet Man, The Rowdy Man, Once Upon A Time In America, The Last Samurai, Enemy At The Gates, Apocalypto, The Shawshank Redemption, The Green Mile, In The Electric Mist, Michael, The Book of Eli, Mary Poppins.

The films that I would put at the top of my favourites list are those that have moved me emotionally for some reason. They are few -

The Killing Fields, Saving Mr. Banks, Beaches, Goodbye Mr. Chips, It's A Wonderful Life, Field of Dreams, The Victors.

Actors and actresses I enjoy watching are - James Stewart, Alastair Sim, Kenneth More, John Mills, Orson Welles, Joseph Cotten James Cagney, Humphrey Bogart, David Niven, Alec Guinness, Al Pacino, Robert De Niro, Tommy Lee Jones, Tim Robbins, Morgan Freeman, Robin Williams, George Cole, David Jason, Timothy Spall, Alun Armstrong, James Bolam, Christopher Eccleston, Leonard Rossiter, Geoffrey Palmer, Sarah Lancashire, Sheridan Smith, Julie Walters, Kathleen Harrison, Peggy Mount and Margaret Rutherford.

I've never been sure, though, whether good actors 'make' the film or whether the film and the writing 'make' the actors. In other words, are Oscars won by actors because the part they played has been so well written or can a brilliant actor be good enough to make a poor part and poor film come alive.

Radio - all in the past - Round the Horne, Beyond Our Ken, The Clitheroe Kid, Navy Lark, Worker's Playtime, Family Favourites, the John Peel Show,The Goon Show, Sing Something Simple, Test Match Special. Today - Magic FM.

Books: Fiction or non-fiction? Favourite books/authors?

Prefer non-fiction these days especially related to people and places in my past and the history and geography of the British Isles, especially Cornwall and Hop-picking in Kent.
Read fiction only occasionally now, on recommendation but still dip into Dickens. Poetry- especially Dylan Thomas, Rudyard Kipling, John Betjeman, Pam Ayres, and the War Poets.

I also make a point of reading anything written by Sloane old boys.

Humour: Who or what makes you laugh?

TV shows - Have I Got News For You, Mock The Week, Never Mind The Buzzcocks, Big Bang Theory made me laugh out loud because they were topical and cleverly done. Ripping Yarns.
Comedians - Spike Milligan, Tommy Cooper, Peter Kay, Billy Connolly, Victoria Wood, Pam Ayres, Paul Merton, Frank Skinner, Hugh Dennis, Lee Mack, Milton Jones, Mickey Flanagan, Norman Wisdom. Monty Python, (at the time, but it hasn't travelled well for me). Harry Secombe made me laugh non-stop as a kid (as did listening to the song "The Laughing Policeman").
Ealing Comedies on film, Only Fools and Horses, One Foot In The Grave, intelligent American humour like Frasier and Cheers but none of the programmes that use canned laughter to encourage you to believe it's funny.

Newspapers or Magazines: Which titles do you read regularly?

Racing Post

What are your pet hates?

Smoking - I was never tempted (Lucky eh?)

Unnecessary Red Tape and the over-zealous application of the Data Protection Act.

The touch of velvet or corduroy - makes me shiver.

Kids and wives who never put anything away after they've got them out, never close doors and drawers after them, never phone home to say whether they'll be in for dinner or they'll be staying out, and never pick anything up that they drop. (I'm just hoping they'll read this).

Generalisation - e.g When people use the word 'everybody' when they probably mean a majority or a large number of people. As in TV's assertion that "The whole country's watching Strictly Come Dancing!" I, for one, was not!

Ignorance, bad manners, thoughtless and inconsiderate people. Just think before you open your mouth or do something.

People who think they know what's best for me and what I should be doing.

Realising far too late in life what I should actually have done with it.

All injustice.

Women who leave the toilet seat down.


Household dust.

Governments who promise much to raise your spirits, and end up doing very little. Politicians generally;they seem to lose all common sense and the ability to do the right thing once they get that little bit of power. They should be held to account for pre-election promises.

Misuse of the Human Rights Act

Speculation - not of the gambling kind as I enjoy that, but news items that are not really news as the events haven't actually happened but concern something that is possibly going to happen. Things only become newsworthy when they've become fact. Speculation is often used to 'pad out' programmes and is often only based on someone's idea of what could happen, not what definitely will happen or has happened. Pointless. News programmes today are less about news and more about promotion of a 'celebrity's' latest film/song/book or even a TV programme on the same channel. How is that news?!

People who insist on ending a sentence with the words "You know?" If I knew I wouldn't even need to be listening to what they're telling me.

People on TV who shout things at you in the vain attempt to convince you that they're exciting and really worth knowing about.

Biased media. It's OK with newspapers and magazines because we all know ho owns or runs them and we can choose not to buy them but when the BBC does it blatantly it's unacceptable as it has a responsibility to the public who pay for it to be unbiased.

Music: What music would you like played at your funeral? This should give everyone an idea of your musical taste and music/songs that mean a lot to you.

The world is full of so much beautiful music (not all of it appropriate for a funeral) and it's played a big part in my life but, after much deliberation and chopping and changing, I finally settled for these, but knowing my lot they'll probably go for something they know I'd have hated, just for a laugh - that's always hoping they don't go before I go, of course - Whoever it's down to, please choose from these. Whatever your choice, I'll be happy and if I'm happy I won't haunt you -

Puccini's 'O Mio Babbino Caro' (Oh, my beloved father) from 'Gianni Scicchi' sung by Joan Sutherland in English (But only if my kids feel that way!).

As Sure As There's A Heaven - Issy Bonn

Love Letters - Ketty Lester

Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen or Jeff Buckley

Make You Feel My Love = Adele

I'll Be Seeing You - Billie Holiday or Frank Sinatra

I'll Never Smile Again - Frank Sinatra

Everytime We Say Goodbye - Ella Fitzgerald

Stardust - Nat King Cole or Willie Nelson

Smile - Nat King Cole

In My Life - The Beatles

Who Knows Where The Time Goes - Sandy Denny & Fairport Convention

Moonlight Serenade - The Glenn Miller Orchestra

If I Had My Life To Live Over - Judy Canova or Eileen Reid and the Cadets

When I Leave The World Behind - Eddie Fisher

Need Your Love So Bad - Fleetwood Mac

Forever Young - Bob Dylan or Joan Baez

Wind Beneath My Wings - Bette Midler

From A Distance - Bette Midler

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow - Carole King

Just A Closer Walk With Thee - Patsy Cline and Willie Nelson

End Of The Road - Boyz II Men

Way Over Yonder - Carole King

Stars - Janis Ian

Dance With My Father Again - Luther Vandross

An American Trilogy - Mickey Newbury

Hymns - from - There is a Green Hill Far Away, Dear Lord and Father of Mankind, Jerusalem, Abide With Me, Purcell's Thou Knowest Lord the Secrets of Our Hearts.

Covers all the complexities of my personality, I think, but I'll probably change it all on my death bed. If everything gets played they might have to cut out the prayers and kind words (or otherwise) and funerals for the rest of the day. Forget the funeral, let's just have a party! If you don't like the music, you don't have to come! Thank you for the music!

Morbid Note: If my wife dies before me I've chosen for her funeral -

I'm Sorry - The Platters
Just Like A Star - Corinne Bailey Rae
My Old Mum - Max Miller
As Sure As There's A Heaven - Issy Bonn
I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston
They Can't Take That Away From Me - Fred Astaire
Wish Me Luck As You Wave Me Goodbye - Gracie Fields
I'll Be Seeing You - Billie Holiday or Frank Sinatra
I'll Never Smile Again - Frank Sinatra
The Sunshine Of Your Smile - James Melton
Love's Last Word Is Spoken - Josef Locke
Always On My Mind - Willie Nelson
You'll Never Know Just How Much I Miss You - Willie Nelson
If I had my life to live over - Eileen Reid and The Cadets
Wind Beneath My Wings - Bette Midler
St. James Infirmary Blues - Louis Armstrong
Ain't It Grand To Be Blooming Well Dead - Leslie Sarony

Is there a poem or other piece of writing you'd particularly like read at your funeral?

If I haven't written something of my own by the time I move on CHOOSE FROM -

1) Sancho Panza's words in Don Quixote by Cervantes -

"While I sleep I have no fear, nor hope, nor trouble, nor glory. God bless the inventor of sleep, the cloak that covers all man’s thoughts, the food that cures all hunger, the water that quenches all thirst, the fire that warms the cold, the cold that cools the heart; the common coin, in short, that can purchase all things, the balancing weight that levels the shepherd with the king, and the simple with the wise."

2) Death Is Nothing At All
by Canon Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh, as we always laughed,
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me.
Pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
Without the ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I’m out of sight?
I am just waiting for you for an interval.
Somewhere very near. Just around the corner.

All is well.

3) Miss Me But Let Me Go by Tamara Moir

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little but not for too long
And not with a head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared.
Miss me but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It’s all part of the Master’s plan.
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in good memories of me.
Miss me but let me go.

4) Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

5) Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

6) Remember by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

7) I Thought Of You by Sarah Teasdale

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

8) The Life That I Have by Leo Marks

The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours

The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.

9) Funeral Blues by Wystan Hugh Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.



The house is not the same since you left
The cooker is angry – it blames me
The TV tries desperately to stay busy
But occasionally I catch it staring out of the window
The washing-up’s feeling sorry for itself again
It just sits there saying “What’s the point, what’s the point?
The curtains count the days
Nothing in the house will talk to me
I think your armchair’s dead
The kettle tried to comfort me at first
But you know what its attention span is like
I’ve not told the plants yet
They think you’re still on holiday
The bathroom misses you
I hardly see it these days
It still can’t believe you didn’t take it with you
The bedroom won’t even look at me
Since you left it, it keeps its eyes closed
All it wants to do is sleep
Remembering better times
Trying to lose itself in dreams
It seems like it’s taken the easy way out
But at night
I hear the pillows weeping into the sheets.


Extracts from A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (to be added to my funeral remembrance card )-

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;

MAYBE these words from Janis Ian's song 'Stars' could be slotted in somewhere -

Stars, they come and go
They come fast or slow
They go like the last light
of the sun, all in a blaze
and all you see is glory
But those who've seen it all
they live their lives
in sad cafes and music halls
we always have a story

So if you don't lose patience
with my fumbling around,
I'll come up singing for you
even when I'm down.

The words to Bob Dylan's Forever Young can be my final words to everyone -

"Forever Young"

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

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Dec 18, 2017 at 10:35 AM

I'm adding this update about the Dover House Rd Playing Fields here to avoid experiencing the number of British Telecom 'bounces' I got before. I'll send it out again by Email as soon as I know the BT situation has been addressed -

It's now 9.43 am in Streatham. Though I'd mention that as it's all your getting from me this Christmas. There's no present like the time.

Just a quick update on the situation regarding our old playing fields in Dover House Road.

At a Wandsworth Council meeting on 6th December it was announced that local residents would be given the chance to get involved in planned improvements to the 12 acre site. Over the coming months the local community will have the opportunity to work through options on any management proposals.

At the meeting Councillor Cook said,

“The overarching aim is to provide better facilities for local schools, sports clubs and community groups. The site is popular and well used but does need investment to upgrade its facilities. We recently published proposals that would have secured substantial improvements funded by a private sector partner in exchange for a fixed period lease on the land.

Some local residents and community groups told us they were not happy with these proposals and asked us to consider alternative plans including letting the local community take over the day to day running of the playing fields.

We have listened very carefully to what they’ve said and agree they should be given this opportunity. This means we will offer local people and groups the professional advice and help they need to provide the kind of high quality sports and training facilities that meet the needs of local schools and sports clubs in the years ahead.”

The current proposals for the site will now be paused pending the outcome of this community initiative.

Speaking for the Roehampton Playing Fields Campaign group, Sarah Wilton, said,

"This is a very positive move by Wandsworth Council and a welcome recognition of the strength of feeling that has been shown by residents and users of the playing fields. We agree with the Council that the overarching aim must be to provide better facilities for local schools, sports clubs and community groups. We particularly welcome the commitment by the council to offer local people and groups the professional advice and help they need to provide the kind of high quality sports and training facilities that meet the needs of local schools and sports clubs in the years ahead. We will certainly be taking them up on that offer.

The six month pause that has been announced now gives us the chance to set out plans to turn these playing fields into a much more inclusive space able to cater for the whole community - sporting clubs, schools and residents alike. We plan to embark on an intensive programme of work to enable us to fully understand the needs of users and potential users of the facility as well as the wider impact on the wider community. Our aim is to draw up a fully costed plan and vision for this vital community asset. We will also be looking to create a suitable charitable vehicle to implement that vision. This is an exciting project for our community that we hope will demonstrate just how much can be achieved when the council works collaboratively with a local community to implement shared objectives.”

My personal thanks to any of you who signed the petition raised by the local residents. It added to the strength of feeling against the original proposals and seems to have helped the cause. Only timw will tell how much.

This won't be the only message you get from me before Christmas (you don't get let off that lightly) as I'll be sending out my usual Christmas greetings later this week.

Until then, stay bright and if you're being very original and having pizza for Christmas, make sure it's deep pan, crisp and even.


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Many of you who are using BT Email Addresses will not have received recent notifications about website updates as BT have suddenly taken exception to the amount of Emails that go out from the website and have just 'bounced' 104 of them. If you have a BT Email address of any kind please respond to the 'Bounced' notice you should have received that will be sitting at the top of the website Home Page and if you get the chance, let BT know about the problem. I've notified my ISP but it might take a concerted effort to make them change their ways.


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Posted on: Dec 14, 2017 at 6:29 PM

Just heard from member Ron Kietz who started at Sloane in 1962. If you've had no luck contacting him recently it's because he, his wife and their cat have all moved to Portugal on what is likely to be a permanent basis. Maybe it was something I said, maybe it was Brexit. Whatever the reason, Ron reckons his days will now be spent on the beach sipping drinks. Come back, Ron! They're still in the EU!

He's still to acquire an Email address out there so no point Emailing him just yet.

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Posted on: Dec 13, 2017 at 12:13 AM

David Mansfield joined Sloane as part of the 1962 intake and came along to the first get-together of old Sloane boys I organised in 2002. I haven't seen him since that day and he hasn't got around to joining this website so I was a little surprised when he popped up in a video (produced by the Guinness Partnership and called 'Wartime At Guinness') in a group (the I Grew Up In Fulham group) I belong to on Facebook. The video is only just over a minute long and concerns Dave's family's experiences of the 1944 bombing of the Guinness Trust Buildings in Kings Road, Chelsea which I've already documented on the Sloane At War page of this website and which I can now add Dave's video too. If you knew Dave, below is the link to the video on You Tube. If you still know Dave, please remind him about the website -


Cut and paste the link into your browser address bar if it doesn't work when you click on it or go to the You Tube website and Search using Wartime At Guinness. I'll add it to the Sloane At War page anyway for posterity.

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Dec 10, 2017 at 12:55 PM

Website member Ted Simon has asked if I have any knowledge of what became of Bernard Cousins who would have been at Sloane during the Second World War years. I haven't heard anything about him but thought I'd mention him here in the vain hope that someone else has. Please Post a reply if you know anything.

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Posted on: Nov 10, 2017 at 2:12 PM

Courtesy of Classmate Alan Layland, an Australian love poem has surfaced in Wales. It may not be Dylan Thomas but it must remind our ex-pat Cheyneans the sophisticated culture they left behind when they departed our shores (only joking, men) -

Of course I love ya darlin
You're a bloody top-notch bird
And when I say you're gorgeous
I mean every single word

So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin' there to grab

So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round there

No Sheila who is your age
Has nice round perky breasts
They just gave in to gravity
But I know ya did ya best

I'm tellin' ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think it's very sexy
That you've got dimples on ya thighs

I swear on me nanna's grave now
The moment that we met
I thought you was as good as
I was ever gonna get

No matter what u look like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the cricket's on
And fetch another beer..

Author unknown but as William Faulkner once said about Ernest Hemingway -

"He has never been known to use a word
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Posted: Sep 26, 2016 at 10:46 AM
Me outside nan's and grandad's in Burnthwaite Road, Fulham c1953.
Posted: Jun 22, 2015 at 8:58 PM
I liked 'em young!
Posted: Mar 08, 2014 at 5:00 AM
With dad on holiday at the Billericay bungalow.
Posted: Dec 17, 2013 at 4:54 AM
Me aged about 8 peeing up the wall near the family bungalow in Billericay, Essex.
Posted: Mar 08, 2014 at 5:00 AM
I was called Arthur Miller at this age. Apparently,he looked like this. Poor sod!
Posted: Dec 17, 2013 at 4:54 AM
At Munster Road Primary School, Fulham. Age anywhere between 7 & 9. Wearing my Form Captain and Football First XI badges, which I've still got.
Posted: Dec 17, 2013 at 4:54 AM
Me at Sloane c1966. I'm convinced I've got Chinese in me somewhere.
Posted: Dec 17, 2013 at 4:54 AM
Me and Dad. Hayle, Cornwall, 1969.
Posted: Mar 08, 2014 at 5:00 AM
Me aged 22 c1973.
Posted: Mar 08, 2014 at 5:00 AM
Me with silly hat (why?) at one of my disco gigs in the 1970s. The man on the left,Jamie Bray, was my driver and is now my brother-in-law.