by Keith Evans
We're in the middle of the Saga season. There are some very interesting oldies hobbling around on their walking sticks. One wizened old man approached me after my talk in Lookout & said he was serving in a destroyer on D Day escorting the armada, hunting U-boats and giving anti-aircraft cover. Arriving off the Normandy beaches they bombarded the coastal defences until their guns were red hot. Such memories will soon be lost.
I went and sat with an old lady on a bench in the Main Hall. She was leaning on her stick looking rather lonely. Her carer had gone up to the Lookout. I offered to take her up. "It's alright for you youngsters" she said. "If I'm older than you will you come up?" I said. It turned out that she was three months younger! We ambled slowly across to the lift arm in arm like Darby & Joan. When she got to the top her face lit up. Well I do have the occasional success.
There are some youngsters around. I came across a couple of attractive blondes, cadets from a sail training ship, having a friendly argument. They had a fit of the giggles by the token machine on Waterfront. One of them had got a couple of tokens and the other had promptly put them back in the machine. I contributed to Anglo-Polish relations by giving them tokens.
We had a horde of design students in recently. I've never seen so many digital cameras in all my life. They were snapping everything from light fittings to lobster pots and the occasional boat. I asked a couple of young girls, dark haired ones this time, if they were doing a project and what they wanted. One of them gesticulated as if she was in a Greek tragedy. "Something inspirational" she said. I struck a pose. "How about me?" I said. She pulled a face. Well, I thought it was funny. You can't win them all.
... another entry in our 'rumours to be denied' section. Historians, or anyone who looks at the Docks model, will suggest that they are unlikely to find anything more exciting than generations of mud and back-fill. 
