‘TIME WAS…’ I BEGAN, IN A RECENT chat with Mr Editor Matt. And then I stopped. Even over the electric telephone, I could hear his eyes glazing and their lids drooping, his mind drifting off to dream of more exciting things. This is the difficulty with anecdotes from days very long ago. They either raise a sneer rather than a smile, or straightforward disbelief.
In the past I have been criticised for my incorrect memories of How It Was. Except… except that my memory is decently accurate and
