Where were you?

It was thirty years ago today!

1977

I was in Belgium attending an International course for science teachers.

I assure you that this sort of thing was not usual. A feminist inspector had nominated me. Manchester Education Committee agreed to foot the bill.

All the lectures were in foreign so we just ignored them and had a fine time. On the first evening the champagne reception put most of us out of action for a couple of days.

On one particular evening I had been dancing on the table in a very seedy underground dive of a nightclub. I staggered/crawled back to my hotel room and flicked on the radio.

My God these Belgians like Elvis.

An hour later I stirred from the drunken haze - still Elvis.

Summat strange I thought - he must be dead.

I had been his no 1 fan.

But by this time I'd lost interest. I wasn't that bothered. I needed some sleep to prepare for the next day's drinking.

How did I do it?

When Kennedy died I was at a sixth form conference in Wigan.
When Bob Marley died I was saving my mum from a chip pan fire.
I can't tell you about John Lennon.

KAZ