This used to be on a poster on the wall of an office where I once worked.
Stress is….
The confusion created when one’s mind overrides the body’s basic desire to throttle the life out of some arsehole who really does deserve it.
I’ve been meaning to research my families history for sometime now so where better to start than the one person I know most about, me.
My parents lived here when I was born. (Sorry, no pictures. These are Google Street View links)
6 Dunstan Road. Burnham-on-Sea
I was born here.
Mary Stanley Nursing Home, Bridgewater Somerset. The building is no longer used as such but is still standing. There is a Wikipedia entry for Castle Street and it’s buildings.
From Burnham-on-Sea we then moved to Weston-Super-Mare. There were a couple of addresses of which only one has survived to this day. 9 Palmer Street, Weston-Super-Mare. We lived here until 1966.(It’s the house with the brown door)
My first school was Christ Church Primary. One memory I have of this school is that it had outside toilets at the time. Not a nice experience in the winter.
In 1966 my parents decided to come back to their home town of Manchester. We initially moved in with my fathers parents on the Humphrey Park estate in Urmston. 176 Bradfield Road, Urmston. (The left hand semi detached was the house. My bedroom was upper right. The titchy “box room”)
Happy 70th birthday champ.
I saw many of his fights as a kid. He was, and still is, simply the greatest.
”Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee. Your hands can’t hit what your eyes can’t see.”
I’m sticking to my first two resolutions but I need to clarify the third as there seems to be some confusion in certain quarters. This is my fault due to a poor choice of words.
The third resolutions is not really a resolution at all as it is more a wish than anything else. I just thought I would clear that up.
As before, this wish will remain known only to myself. If this wish ever comes to fruition then I will let the “cat out of the bag” at the relevant time. 
