Dear Geoffrey
I found a letter in my attic the other day: it was written by me, aged either five or six. The spelling wasn’t great, but when corrected, it basically read:
Dear Geoffrey from Rainbow,
I am worried about you because I watch you every day and you are my friend and I have to tell you that there is a man inside Bungle did you know this do not say anything to Bungle in case he gets angry and the man comes out I never want you to die
Love David Stone from Ramsgate
The Boys Brigade
‘Anyone can play the drum: you just hit it.’
This seemed like a really stupid argument, especially if you were talking about a drummer in a band... but the guy in question was talking about ME, and the band in question was the 1st Ramsgate Boys Brigade.
In the late 80s, there were two Boys Brigades in Ramsgate, imaginatively titled 1st and 2nd Ramsgate. We were 1st Ramsgate, and our brigade captain wanted to be the best: the best figure marchers, the best athletes...and the best musicians.