I suppose that unless you were lucky enough to own a tennis racquet in the late 50s, you would have had no idea which pose to strike when pretending to be a guitarist. No "air guitar" those days but when the Beatles and Stones changed our lives in the 60s no one that I knew coud afford a guitar.
A brief history to date. My father joined the British Army at the age of 15. During WW2 he was stationed in Krefeld with the REME attached to the Black Watch. As many soldiers did, he married a Krefeld girl, Magdalena Rafolt, one of three siblings who’s father came from the Weimar Republic and was married to my Oma a Hanoverian girl of 16.
Preamble: At the time of writing I confess that I am not 100% sure of the exact status regarding myself and family with regard to our current citizenship. My situation. I am 66 years old and a pensioner, I have been living apart from my wife for 4 years. We have 2 children. My wife, at least in the eyes of German law as I understand it, resides in France, where she is obliged to look after our youngest daughter who is 15 and at the local Lycée. Our eldest ( 19 ) is studying at Lille University.
It is 4 am in Europe Town... I am tired, but can't sleep... I only have one viewer or machine or Bot watching right now, so this is especially for you. I penned the piece in 2011, I know that because it is still on a server somewhere...