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In the beginning
stevedarn
FredOrange Juice - really!

I suppose all blogs have to start somewhere, so perhaps the beginning would be a good idea. It all began for me in a post-war prefab in Croxley Green, not far from the end of the world, otherwise known as the end of the Metropolitan line. Perhaps it all started before that, but that may be another story. The Rickmansworth-Watford area, though by no means the badlands, is hardly newsworthy; not city, not country, not quite London, not quite anywhere, which, perhaps, is why I left. Had I stayed, it would have been a quite normal life, but in the event it hasn't - certainly not what Fred and Sylvia would have expected. I wonder where it all went wrong, or perhaps it didn't.