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Exploring Camberley: The Best Places to Visit with a Taxi Service

Camberley, a charming town nestled in Surrey, England, offers a delightful blend of history, culture, and natural beauty. Whether you're a resident or a visitor, exploring Camberley's attractions is a breeze with a reliable Camberley taxi service. In this guide, we'll highlight some of the best places to visit in Camberley and how a taxi service can enhance your experience.

Camberley Theatre

Start your exploration with a visit to the Camberley Theatre. This local gem hosts a variety of performances, including plays, musicals, and live music events. It's a cultural hub for the community, providing entertainment for all ages. With a convenient taxi ride, you can enjoy a hassle-free evening out and avoid parking concerns.

The Royal Military Academy Sandhurst

A short taxi ride from the town centre will take you to the prestigious Royal Military Academy Sandhurst. Known for its rich history and impressive architecture, the academy offers guided tours that provide a glimpse into the training of future military leaders. Its historical significance and grandeur make it a must-visit destination.

Frimley Lodge Park

For those who enjoy outdoor activities, Frimley Lodge Park is an excellent choice. This expansive park features beautiful gardens, sports facilities, and scenic walking paths. A taxi can drop you off at the park's entrance, allowing you to explore the tranquil surroundings without the worry of finding parking.

Camberley Town Centre

Camberley Town Centre is perfect for a shopping spree or a stroll. With its variety of shops, cafes, and restaurants, it's a vibrant area for shopping and dining. Use a taxi to travel comfortably and make the most of your time exploring the town's retail and culinary offerings.

The Atrium

The Atrium is a popular shopping and leisure complex in Camberley. Featuring a range of retail stores, dining options, and entertainment facilities, it's an ideal destination for a fun day out. A taxi service can provide a direct route to The Atrium, ensuring a smooth and enjoyable visit.

Camberley's Local Parks and Green Spaces

In addition to Frimley Lodge Park, Camberley boasts several other green spaces worth visiting. From small local parks to scenic nature reserves, there are plenty of places to unwind and connect with nature. A taxi can easily transport you to these peaceful retreats, making it convenient to enjoy the outdoors.

Ladybird Taxis: Your Reliable Travel Companion

When navigating through Camberley, consider using Ladybird Taxis for your transportation needs. Known for their reliability and excellent service, Ladybird Taxis can ensure you reach your destinations comfortably and on time. Their friendly drivers and well-maintained vehicles make them a top choice for exploring Camberley.

Camberley Taxi Firms: A Range of Options

In addition to Ladybird Taxis, Camberley is home to various taxi firms that offer dependable services throughout the town. Whether you need a ride for a special occasion or just daily commuting, Camberley Taxi Firms provides a range of options to suit your needs. Comparing services and choosing the right taxi provider can enhance your overall experience in the town.

Conclusion

Camberley is a town rich in attractions and experiences, from historical sites and cultural venues to beautiful parks and modern amenities. Utilizing a taxi service, such as Ladybird Taxis or other local Camberley Taxi Firms, can make your exploration of this charming town both convenient and enjoyable. So, grab a taxi and embark on an unforgettable journey through Camberley's finest offerings.

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I was born in the town of Guildford, in Surrey, on a cold, wet, Thursday in December 1965. The youngest of six children.

Harold Wilson was the Labour Prime Minister, having won the General Election by a small lead in 1964. Manchester United were the League Champions and Liverpool the FA Cup holders. The Moors murderers had been charged in October and The Beatles played their final tour of Britain, performing two shows in Birmingham on the day I was born.

Elm Cottage in Frimley Green, where we were brought up, was large, raucous, full of music, laughter, arguments, animals, family and friends. My dad, who was raised on Barra in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland, was the village doctor and played the bagpipes. My mum, raised near Belfast in Northern Ireland, ran a nursery school from our house, sixty children in the morning and then another sixty in the afternoon. She played the mouth organ and sang.

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Teach your children well? : 1960s-1970s : vegetable-free adolescence, Camberley

 “How often do you wash your face?” asked the doctor.

“Like how?” I responded, uncertain about what he was enquiring.

“You know, with soap and water,” he clarified.

“Er, never,” I replied truthfully.

“Why not?” he demanded.

“Because nobody ever told me I needed to,” I said, somewhat embarrassed.

The doctor regarded me pitifully, imagining I must belong to a tribe of itinerant gypsies or have been raised by wolves. To the casual observer, my suburban home life appeared quite normal. Scratch the surface and you would have discovered that my parents had given me few of the ‘life skills’ that are supposed to be demonstrated to children. On this occasion, my mother had sent her teenage son to the family doctor in Frimley Road because his face had become progressively covered in spots. But neither she nor my father had ever instructed me how or when to wash. Once a week, I stood under the water in our modern home’s shower cubicle. If my face became wet while shampooing my hair, I merely dabbed it dry with a towel.

The doctor wrote a prescription for a liquid called ‘Phisohex’ which came in a large green bottle. After a few weeks washing my face twice daily with this cleanser, my spots magically disappeared, following more than a decade of cheeks shamefully having been untouched by soap. Did my mother acknowledge this shortfall in her parental duties? Of course not. This was but one aspect of her ‘hands-off’ approach to childrearing. She had enjoyed a good post-war education at Camberley’s girls’ grammar school in Frimley Road where she was likely taught conventional housekeeping and domestic skills in preparation for marriage. She was goodlooking and always dressed immaculately in the latest trends. Her parents had raised her and her two sisters impressively. So where had her own parenting regime gone awry?

Most of the basic skills I developed – writing, reading, arithmetic – I learned from books and television rather than parental instruction. However, one ability that proved impossible to appropriate in that way was tying shoelaces. As a result, at junior school, after ‘PE’ (Physical Education) lessons that required us to change into slip-on plimsolls, I always had to seek out my cousin Deborah in the year below mine to ask her to retie the laces on my shoes. Once I progressed to grammar school, my skill deficit became more difficult to hide. The mandated school uniform required black lace-up shoes. My mother acknowledged my ‘shoelace’ issue but, instead of simply demonstrating how to do it, she bought me slip-on 'Hush Puppies' shoes for school which resulted in regular disciplinary action. Finally, I had to draft an embarrassing letter from my mother to the school, asking for her son to be excused from the dress code due to difficulty finding suitable lace-up shoes for his high in-step feet.

Like many 1960’s housewives, my mother regularly cut out recipes from magazines and stuffed them in a kitchen drawer. She was particularly proud of a plastic box with transparent lid holding two rows of Marguerite Patten recipe cards that she had sent for to ‘Family Circle’ magazine and which I was tasked with keeping in correct order. She loved making cakes and had a sweet tooth that probably promoted the development of diabetes in her later life. However, her skills with main meals were limited and she preferred to rely upon ‘instant’ foods like fish fingers that were heavily marketed to ‘busy’ housewives at the time. This was probably why I remained as thin as a rake during my childhood, despite teenage years spent scoffing two bowls of cereal both morning and night.

I had been a regular visitor to the family dentist on Middle Gordon Road due to the dreadful state of my teeth. Even at a tender age, I was being gassed for extractions. On one occasion, the stern dentist accused me of not brushing my teeth sufficiently firmly to prevent decay. I resolved to use the state-of-the-art electric toothbrush in our family bathroom with greater pressure during twice-daily cleanings. I returned to the dentist six months later, only for him to inform me that I had rubbed away most of the enamel from my remaining teeth. The outcome of his ‘advice’ was merely more extractions. Not once did this dentist question my mother about her children’s diet. Even if he had, she would have been unlikely to respond honestly.

My mother had an inexplicable lifelong aversion to vegetables. Only the humble potato would accompany our meals, usually in the form of Cadbury’s ‘Smash’. Carrots? Never. Peas? Nope. Broccoli? Unseen. There were other foodstuffs we never experienced – spaghetti, yoghurts, condiments, rice – because my mother had a preference for jellies, custard and blancmange, but it was the lack of vegetables that must have impacted our health growing up the most. I never understood how, despite the piles of women’s magazines around our home, she somehow studiously avoided taking their practical advice regarding suitable family diets. Such behaviour could have been excused earlier in the twentieth century when literacy and knowledge were less prevalent, but surely not by the 1960’s.

Much of my childhood during weekends and school holidays was spent at my maternal grandparents’ adjoining house where I helped prepare ingredients for their meals. Instructed by my wonderful grandmother, I would sit on the backdoor step with a bowl between my knees, shucking peas from their pods. I would use a peeler to remove the skins from various vegetables whose names I did not know. I would carefully place dozens of apples in rows within cardboard boxes, separating each layer with old newspapers before carrying them into the recesses of the house’s darkened larder under the stairs. My grandmother loved to make jams with these fruits, for which I carefully wrote out white adhesive labels carrying the manufacture date and type. Bizarrely, none of these vegetables or jams were ever served in our own house next door.

From the day she left school at twelve until the day she retired, my grandmother worked in fruit and vegetable shop ‘H.A. Cousins & Son’ at 11 High Street on the corner of St George’s Road in Camberley. During all those decades, her ‘sales assistant’ job never changed, standing all day on the shop’s bare floorboards, putting requested items in brown paper bags, weighing them on old-style scales against combinations of various brass weights, calculating the cost in her head and then the correct change to return to the customer.

Shop owner Mr Cousins would daily travel thirty miles to the fruit, vegetable and flower markets in London at the crack of dawn, returning with a van of produce to sell. Once a day’s stocks were sold, that was it. Any produce left over would be given to the shop staff. My grandmother regularly brought home quantities of all sorts of fruit and vegetables which she shared with us, though my mother always refused the vegetables. Thankfully, she did accept the fruit which became the sole source of my necessary five portions per day.

Cousins advertised its shop locally as “by appointment to Staff College” (Sandhurst Royal Military Academy), providing “Dessert Fruit and Flowers for Dinner Parties, etc.” Its upper-class customers and Sandhurst’s foreign residents necessitated it stock a variety of exotic fruits, the excess of which ended up in my family’s fruit bowl. Visitors to our house in the 1960’s were shocked to see pineapples, mangoes and lychees on our dining table, delicacies that I enjoyed as ‘normal’ long before their availability in supermarkets.

My mother insisted that fruit always be eaten covered in sugar, her favourite ingredient. Cups of tea required two spoons of white sugar, coffee two lumps of Demerara sugar, stewed apples or pears served frequently as our dessert had to be sprinkled with granulated ‘Tate & Lyle’. Even when I visited my mother in her final years, she would buy in a banana to offer me (she refused to eat them), accompanied by a plate of sugar in which to dip it. Thanks, mum. Banana yes, sugar no.

When my grandmother reached the statutory retirement age of the time, we all went round to her house for a little celebration of her departure from a lifetime of work on Cousins’ shop floor. She was pleased to be able to retire before Britain switched to decimalisation in 1971 as she feared metric calculations that no longer involved farthings, florins, half-crowns and guineas. Months later, the shop asked if she would return and work part-time because it was short-staffed. Of course she agreed. In total, she clocked up more than half a century working for that one employer in that one location, a 400-metre walk from her sole marital home.

In 1976, on arrival at university, the bulk of my Surrey County Council grant had to be paid in advance for one term of accommodation and three meals per day within college. Having never taken school dinners and rarely eaten out in restaurants, I was unfamiliar with the canteen system where you line up and tell the kitchen servers which food you want. I hardly recognised any of the foodstuffs on offer and would often merely opt for two identical desserts, skipping main courses entirely. Most intimidating were twice-weekly ‘formal dinners’ lasting an hour, during which more than a hundred students remained seated at long benches in the huge dining room to be served by staff a succession of courses completely foreign to me. The table places were laid with radiating lines of various cutlery, none of which I knew their specific purpose. My fellow students seemed to find all this ‘etiquette’, including ritual table-banging and foot-stomping, perfectly normal because 90%+ of them had grown up around such ‘practises’ at elitist private schools. I often avoided these ghastly events and sat in my room eating a packet of biscuits.

My parents having never taught me how to use cutlery, I had developed my own system whereby I always used my right hand to hold the fork. Only when I had to cut up some food would I transfer the fork to my left hand and then simultaneously use the knife in my right hand. The rest of the time, I placed the knife down on the table. Nobody had ever corrected me. Not until sitting in that university dining room, surrounded by loud toffs with posh accents and double-barrel surnames, did I have to learn to eat holding the fork in my left hand. To this day, my default way of eating is to grab the fork with my right hand. Old habits die hard.

In 1986, my little sister was offered a Saturday job on the till of a small self-serve fruit and vegetable shop in Camberley town centre. She was worried that she would not recognise the produce she would be expected to ring up, since our mother had never fed us veg other than potatoes. By then, I had spent a decade living away from our vegetable-free home and was able to accompany my sister on a ‘Secret Squirrel’ mission to the shop, during which we walked slowly around its one central aisle and tried to identify the varieties of common vegetable on sale. ‘Common’ to everyone else, particularly to our beloved late grandmother, but weirdly not at all to us!

In retrospect, my childhood must have been quite unusual because, although I lacked some basic life skills, I was steeped in other abilities beyond my age. By junior school, I had taught myself to type, to read music and play the piano (despite having non-musical parents). Having recruited me into his business once I could walk, my father taught me how to survey a property, create architectural plans on a drawing board, use Letraset, calculate floor areas and room volumes, prepare client invoices and statements on an electric typewriter, photocopy and make dyeline prints. Meanwhile, my mother enrolled me into reconciling her employer's accounts and calculating its staff's pay packets, pinning and cutting dress patterns to materials, basic knitting stitches, using her sewing machine and threading multiple yarns on her knitting machine. I was eight when typing the forms for my parents' passport renewals, testing my mother's knowledge for her driving test and testing my father for his pilot licence. By the time I started secondary school, I was holding the fort at my father's town centre office, learning shorthand from my mother's discarded 1950's text books and calculating potential profits of deals for my father's new property business. What a strangely un-childlike childhood it was!

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6th June 2024.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟒. In America, the Sarasota Journal reported that Lena had been the real star of The SHARE Party.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟒. Back at home, the Belfast Telegraph said that Lena had returned home following her tour of America.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓. The East Kent Times reported that following his South African tour with Lena, Tony Venner would be judging the Miss Margate contest. The article also mentioned that Lena would be appearing at the towns Winter Gardens on 17th August.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓. The Newcastle Journal reviewed Lena's single "Smile" which would be released the following week.

𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟗. Episode 3 of Lena Zavaroni And Music was broadcast on BBC 1 at 7.00 pm.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟐. The Sunday Mirror previewed “Lena”, which was to be shown on Tuesday.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕. Lena did her second night of cabaret at Lakeside Cabaret Club, Frimley Green.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑. The People’s Songs by Stuart Maconie was published in Hardback, it had a couple of paragraphs about Lena. Excerpts courtesy of Google Books.

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On My Doorstep (20)

On My Doorstep (20) - marking the 63rd anniversary of the internment of Lucean Healden at St Peter's church #FrimleyGreen #LocalHistory #Science

I am always interested in tracking down famous people whose earthly remains lie in the graveyard of my local church, St Peter’s, in Frimley Green. Lucean Arthur Headen certainly fits the bill, an African American inventor and engineer who spent the latter part of his life in the area.

Born to former slaves in Carthage, North Carolina, in 1879, he learnt to fly in 1911, one of the first African…

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Phew, so many events this weekend: Frimley Green Carnival

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British Royal Princess Anne strokes the nose of television puppet Basil Brush at a special charity dinner, organised by the Grand Order of Water Rats to raise funds for the Police Dependents' Trust, held at Lakeside Country Club in Frimley Green, Surrey, England, 4th December 1974.

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Green hour along the Basingstoke Canal. #canal #green #verdant #frimley #basingstokecanal #water #reflection #iphone #path #towpath (at Frimley Lodge Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0AhQDpHE7B/?igshid=1od3oe03k2nhr

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The trophy son : 1969 : Charles Church & IMIC Properties Limited, Camberley

It was the summer of ’69. My father had insisted I accompany him to his meeting. He had driven us to a wooden gateway on the south side of Lightwater Road that led into fenced farmland. He pulled in, parked our Rambler station wagon on the roadside where, on that warm sunny morning, the man we had come to meet was already waiting. My father introduced himself and then me:

“This is my son, Grant, who will be starting at Strode’s School in September.”

My father had heard stories about this local man and his wife having bought a house, moved in, then repaired, modernised it in contemporary style and furnished it stylishly before selling it a year later at a handsome profit. They had then repeated this process … twice. The strategy Americans call ‘flipping’ was unknown in Britain at the time, but this story had fascinated my parents during recent years, being a practical route to amass capital when mortgages were difficult to obtain for self-employed professionals. My parents might have enthusiastically copied this tactic, had they not already two school-age children. Finally, my father had requested an initial meeting with Charles Church.

In 1965, Australian state-owned airline Qantas had bought twenty plots of land in Camberley out of more than 200 for sale that had formed the grounds of Copped Hall, the estate of retired Captain Vivien Loyd. Between the Wars, in a small factory on Frimley Road, he had manufactured tanks sold to twenty foreign armies, as well as an ultralight plane known as ‘The Flying Flea’. Loyd even produced an engine-powered lawnmower called ‘The Motor Sickle’ that was exhibited at the 1950 Smithfield Show. Qantas built modern detached houses with large gardens in a generously landscaped development named ‘Copped Hall Estate’ intended for occupation by its pilots flying from Heathrow Airport, a twenty-mile drive away. However, for reasons unknown, its houses were never used.

One of these properties, at 18 Green Hill Road, served as the location for the 1969 film ‘Three Into Two Won’t Go’ directed by (Sir) Peter Hall, starring Rod Steiger and Claire Bloom. Scenes of the street showed overgrown front gardens of empty houses on this ‘ghost’ estate, seemingly ideal for a movie shoot. Except that filming was disturbed by noise from tanks driving around the Ministry of Defence’s vast 18-hectare wooded, hilly tank testing ground a mere hundred yards away on the other side of ‘The Maultway’ main road, a legacy of Captain Loyd’s enterprise. Sandwiched between Camberley and Lightwater, the land is still used for this purpose but is now shared with local dogwalkers and bikers.

Eventually, Qantas decided to appoint a local estate agent to try and sell its unused houses, despite their location on the periphery of Camberley, three miles from its town centre and lacking a regular bus service. This was an ideal opportunity for Church and his wife to purchase one, and then another, to transform them into more marketable homes with ‘all mod cons’ that were demanded during the 1960’s. We lived three-quarters of a mile away from the entrance to this estate, on the opposite side of Upper Chobham Road, enabling my curious parents to observe goings-on there.

Church had been born more than a decade after my father and was very smart, having attended grammar school and studied civil engineering at university before starting his first construction contracting business, Burke & Church, in 1965. My father’s background could not have been more different, having left school at age fourteen and taken an apprenticeship with Redland Cement in Bracknell. He had studied quantity surveying at ‘night school’ and eventually started his own home-based business, producing drawings for renovations and extensions to local houses, offices and factories. By 1967, he had created ‘Architectural Drawing Services Limited’ in a small Camberley High Street office where he had ‘graduated’ to designing entire buildings. His business stationery appended the initials ‘AFS, ARIBA’ to his name even though he held no architectural qualification.

What Church and my father did have in common was that both had been building their first houses, both unusually modern for Camberley, simultaneously in 1967. Both had wives who were intimately involved in their businesses. Both aspired to modern interior designs. Indeed, I seemed to have spent much of my childhood sat on Heals of Tottenham Court Road’s wooden rear staircase that curled around one of those old ‘cage’ lifts, awaiting my parents to finish their endless perusal of state-of-the-art furniture. The two men’s skills were complimentary. Church knew how to build houses. My father knew how to design them.

So why had I been dragged along to the pair’s initial meeting? It was because my father lacked the formal education of Church but was desperate to portray himself as an equal. I had passed the ‘Eleven Plus’ examination that summer though my parents had decided not to send me to Camberley Grammar School, located opposite the infant and junior schools I had attended the last six years and the obvious, most local choice. Instead, I was to be sent to a grammar school in Egham that required a two-mile journey from our house to Camberley station, followed by a thirty-minute train ride. I was offered no say in their decision. Why was my school journey about to be made so arduous for the next seven years? Because Church too had attended Strode’s School and my father had waited to arrange this meeting until my parallel future there had been secured.

In addition to his design skills, my father could prove helpful to Church because he had amassed significant experience over the years ensuring his renovation designs were approved by the local council’s planning committee. He had joined ‘The Camberley Society’ and was attending their monthly meetings to hobnob with the local ‘great & good’, much to the disdain of my mother. Somewhere in his life, my father had adopted a neutral middle-class accent which, along with his smart suits, seemed sufficient proof to convince people he was indeed an ‘architect’. His speech contrasted starkly with that of his older brother who spoke like a character from ‘East Enders’, though success in the building industry had rewarded him with a detached house in Farnborough that had separate in and out driveways. On the handful of occasions I accompanied my father to visit his brother, I was sent up to his daughter Janet’s room, the first person I met who attended a private school. Although the same age, we had absolutely nothing in common.

After that summer’s initial introduction, Church and his wife Susanna became regular visitors to our bungalow which my father had designed and built in a Frank Lloyd Wright style with much glass and bare brickwork. The two couples became friends and my father set up a company to formalise their partnership. I was told to find a suitable name. I leafed through my copies of ‘Billboard’ magazine, the voluminous American weekly music industry publication I bought from a newsstand on the corner of Oxford Street and Regent Street whenever we visited London. I spied an advertisement for the International Music Industries Conference organised in Cannes (forerunner of ‘MIDEM’) which was abbreviated to ‘IMIC’. The company was to be named ‘IMIC Properties Limited’.

Houses were designed. Houses were built. Houses were sold. Profits were shared. My father bought an American Motors Javelin sports car. Both he and Church started flying lessons separately at nearby Blackbushe Airport. I accompanied my father on one occasion and hated the experience. Nevertheless, it remained my task to regularly test my father’s knowledge necessary to obtain his pilot licence, which is the reason I can recite the NATO phonetic alphabet to this day. For a short while, life was good.

In 1971, our family started to fall apart. My mother had terrible bruises on her face and the toilet door of our house had been kicked in as a result of my father’s temper. By 1972, he had left us for good. After an entire childhood having been required to work in his business, providing skills in mathematics, finance and administration that he lacked, I no longer wanted to even talk to him. He responded by making his family’s life as difficult as possible, stealing back every gift he had ever bought us, starving us of funds and dispossessing me and my baby sister.

Evidently, my father’s business partnership with Church must have disintegrated at around the same time though, to their credit, both he and his wife maintained contact with my mother, offering her support and practical assistance. Charles Church Developments Limited was launched by the couple in 1972 and became one of Britain’s most successful housebuilding enterprises. IMIC Properties Limited was forcibly dissolved in 1980. By then, my father had disappeared, owing thousands in unpaid court-ordered maintenance to our family. He was eventually found by US Immigration to be living illegally in Arkansas and deported. His debts to us were never paid.

On 1 July 1989, at the age of forty-four, Charles Church was killed when, after broadcasting a mayday call, the Spitfire [G-MKVC] he had restored crash landed near Blackbushe Airport. By then, he was reportedly one of the richest two-hundred people in Britain with a fortune of £140m. My mother attended his funeral. It was a tragic conclusion to the beginnings of an exciting business opportunity for my father that I had witnessed at that roadside rendezvous two decades previously … but which had ultimately impoverished the rest of our family.

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5th June 2024.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎. The Stage noted that Lena had been booked for a Sunday concert in Bournemouth during the summer.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎. In the Evening Times, a reader suggested that Lena and Lulu should do a concert together.

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎. The Western Daily Press gave "Lena" a poor review.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕. The Reading Evening Post carried an advertisement for Lena's cabaret show at the Lakeside Cabaret Club.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕. The Worthing Herald Carried an advertisement for Aladdin at The Kings Theatre, Southend starring Lena. She later pulled out due to ill health.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕. The Skegness Standard gave Lena a good review for her concert the previous Saturday at The Embassy Centre, Skegness. They were not as enthusiastic about the support acts. As an aside, she hated being called "Little Lena".

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕. Lena did the first of two nights cabaret at The Lakeside Cabaret Club, Frimley Green, Surrey. The Reading Evening Post carried an advertisement for the show. One of her songs was "The Greatest Love Of All". She wore the same dress as on The Des O'Connor Show in 1984. The Grudkos came over from south Africa to see her.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖. TV Offal was broadcast on Channel 4, it showed a clip of Lena on The Golden Shot at 10 min, 10 Secs suggesting that she was much older than claimed, then mentioned her in a spoof phone call to Hughie Green at 21 Mins

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐. The Deeside Piper mentioned Lena in an article about Anorexia.

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The Emirates FA Cup - Competitions | The Football Association

Fa cup fixtures results and table - Soccer: FA Cup / live - results, fixtures, standings -

Guiseley - Matlock Town. Southport - South Shields. Wimborne Town - Maidstone. Sholing - Walton Casuals. Hartley Wintney - Barking. Burnham - Whyteleafe. Havant and Waterlooville - Horsham. Concord Rangers - Potters Bar Town. Christchurch - Gloucester City. Tiverton - Taunton Town. Gosport Borough - Hereford.

Bath City - Winchester City. Wimborne Town - Melksham Town. Kidlington - Bristol Manor Farm. Frome Town - Larkhall Athletic. Saltash United - Sholing. Truro Fa cup fixtures results and table - Hungerford Town. Weston Super Mare - Swindon Resullts. Bracknell Town - Resluts. Hanwell Town - Hartley Wintney. Moneyfields FC - Cray Wanderers.

Ebbsfleet United - Hastings. Sheppey United - Welling United. Bedfont Sports Club - Carshalton Anf. Dorking Wanderers - Eastbourne Borough.

Chipstead - East Grinstead Town. Corinthian Casuals - Dulwich Hamlet. Haringey Borough - Chertsey Town. Folkestone Invicta - Chatham Town.

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Hendon - Maidstone. Farnborough - Tonbridge Angels. Dartford - Slough Town. Bury Town - Waltham Abbey. Peterborough Sports - Stansted. Kettering Town FC - Chelmsford. Brantham Athletic - Aveley. Cheshunt - Cambridge City. Barking - Kings Langley FC. Hashtag United - Braintree Town.

St Albans - Hitchin Town. Walthamstow - Hornchurch. Leighton Town - Leiston. Grantham Town - Matlock Town. Leamington - Banbury United. Worksop - Chester FC. Ilkeston FC - Hanley Town. Brackley Town - Billericay. Canvey - Biggleswade FC.

Tamworth - Evesham United. Chasetown - Telford. Alvechurch - Kidderminster Harriers. Nantwich Town - Barwell FC. Mickleover Sports - Newark. Buxton - Stafford Rangers. Coalville Town - Alfreton Town. Hednesford - Halesowen. Warrington Rylands - York City. Skelmersdale United - Lancaster City.

Southport - Morpeth Town FC. Stalybridge - Longridge Town. Runcorn Linnets - Marine. Fa cup fixtures results and table United - South Shields. Curzon - FC United of Manchester. Darlington - Prescot Cables. Chorley - Gateshead FC. Guiseley - Atherton Collieries. Cray Wanderers - Fisher. Highworth Fa cup fixtures results and table - Melksham Town.

Tiverton - Bideford AFC. Kidlington - Salisbury. Grays Athletic - Potton United. Worcester - Stafford Rangers. Skelmersdale United - Bootle. Lowestoft Town - Aveley. Corinthian - Sevenoaks Town. Christchurch - Dorchester Town. Tadley Calleva - Truro City. Cambridge City - Stowmarket Town. Frimley Green - Marlow. Cobham - Risborough Rangers. Steyning Town - Sheppey United. Chichester City FC - Cribbs.

Fairford Town - Sholing. Chatham Town - Southall. Longridge Town - Charnock Richard. Tadcaster Albion - Litherland Remyca. West Bridgford - Halesowen. Coventry Sphinx - Ilkeston FC. Shifnal Town - Alvechurch. Hanley Town - Redditch United. Ely City - Biggleswade FC.

Whitby - Warrington Rylands. West Auckland Town - Runcorn Fa cup fixtures results and table. Saltash United - Cirencester Town. Swindon Supermarine - Shepton Mallet. Yate Town - Bristol Manor Farm. Barnstaple Town - Wimborne Town. Winchester City - Clevedon. Taunton Town - Wantage Town. Aylesbury United - Moneyfields FC. South Park - Bognor Regis Town. Merstham - AFC Dunstable. Chertsey Town - Leatherhead. Chalfont St Peter - Farnborough.

Hastings - Chesham United. Bedfont Sports Club - Lewes. Ashford United - Bracknell Town. Haywards Heath Town - Hanwell Town. Haringey Borough - Tunbridge Wells. Little Common - Corinthian Casuals. Leighton Town - Mildenhall Town. Barking - Dunstable Town FC. Brantham Athletic - St. Ives Town FC. Burnham - Northwood.

Horsham - Kingstonian. Whyteleafe - Binfield. Chipstead - Deal Town. Staines Town - Walton Casuals. Long Melford - Cheshunt. Leiston - Biggleswade Town. Peterborough Sports - Enfield Town. Harlow Town - Waltham Abbey. Royston Town - Wroxham. Dereham Town - Canvey. Tividale - Nantwich Town. Barwell FC - Bedworth United. AFC Mansfield - Gainsborough.

Coalville Town - Sheffield FC. Buxton - Belper Town. Daventry Town - Evesham United. Bromsgrove Sporting - Stratford Town. Walthamstow - St. Bury Town - Brightlingsea Regent. Chasetown - Basford United. Banbury United - Carlton Town. Westfield FC - Worksop. Grantham Town - Rushall Olympic. Fa cup fixtures results and table Town - Mickleover Sports.

Quorn - Matlock Town. Stalybridge - Bishop Auckland. Hednesford - Long Eaton United. Tamworth - Stourbridge. Marske United - Trafford. West Allotment Celtic - Hyde United. Coggeshall Town - Stansted. Radcliffe - Workington. Scarborough Athletic - Ashton United. Frickley Athletic - Marine. Southampton's clash with Shrewsbury Town was postponed after a number of positive Covid tests among the League One outfit's players and staff. The first round proper of FA Cup kicked off on November 6, with games also being played on November 7, 8 and 9.

A total of 48 clubs from League One fa cup fixtures results and table League Two enter at this phase of the competition as they join the 31 winners of the previous round along with the bye recipients - on this occasion, Chorley Town. Fa cup fixtures results and table clubs joined the 32 winners from the qualifying stages of the competition, which got underway at the end of August and concluded on November 4.

It will be held at the traditional venue of Wembley in London. Both networks air the final and share the rest of the competition, taking turns to select the games they wish to broadcast. All matches shown by the BBC and BT Sport will be available to stream on their respective websites and apps, while a number will be exclusively online.

That means the games are not strictly being shown live on television in the US. FA Cup. Arsenal 2. Newcastle United 0. Bournemouth 4. Oldham 1. Blackburn 0. Doncaster 1. Blackpool 2. West Bromwich Albion 2. Sheffield United 3. Burnley 1. Exeter 0. Sheffield Wednesday 2. Queens Park Rangers over at this website. Fulham 2.

Stoke 0. Get more information 4. Wycombe 4. Preston 1. Stevenage 0. Swansea 2. Derby 0. Boreham Wood 0. Millwall 2. Nottingham Forest 1. Cardiff 0. Norwich fa cup fixtures results and table. Coventry 0. Everton 2. Rotherham 1. Luton 1. Reading 0. Aston Villa 1. Liverpool 4. Wolverhampton Wanderers 1. Crystal Fa cup fixtures results and table 0. Bournemouth 2. Crawley 1.

Wycombe 1. Tottenham 4. Everton 3. Sheffield Wednesday 0. Manchester United 3. Liverpool 2. Brentford 1. Leicester 3. Fulham 0. Burnley 3. Chelsea 3. Cheltenham 1.

Barnsley 1. Norwich 0. Brighton 2. Blackpool 1. Millwall 0. Bristol City 3. West Ham 4. Doncaster 0. Swansea 5. Sheffield United 2.

English FA Cup Qualification table live

Southampton 1. Arsenal 0. Chorley 0. Barnsley 0. Chelsea 1. Wolverhampton Wanderers fa cup fixtures results and table. Everton 5.

Leicester 1. Brighton 0. Sheffield United 1. Bristol City 0. Swansea 1. West Ham 0. Burnley 0. Leicester. Southampton. Chelsea. Manchester City. View full playoff Hide full playoff. Tiverton 2. Gosport Borough 2. Metropolitan Police FC 3. Worcester 2. Stafford Rangers 3. Lowestoft Town 2. Barwell FC 3. Biggleswade Town 1. Stalybridge 3. Bishop's Stortford 1. Ives Town FC 0. Yate Town 1. Cambridge City 1. Farnborough 3. Hastings 0.

Chesham United 0. Daventry Town 0. Dorchester Town 1. Dunstable Town FC 1. East Thurrock United 0. FC United of Manchester 6. Frome Town 4. Gainsborough 0. Margate 1. Hednesford 3. Kings Langley FC 1. Nuneaton 2. Fa cup fixtures results and table Town 0. Poole Town FC 0. Redditch United 2. Royston Town 2. Staines Town 1. Tamworth 3. Stourbridge 3. Truro City 1. Warrington Town 0. Hendon 2. Weston Super Mare 5. Hitchin Town 3. Hemel Hempstead 2. AFC Fylde 4.

Guiseley 4. Barwell FC 0. Bath City 3. Brackley Town 2. Boston United 4. Bradford PA 1. Braintree Town 1. Stafford Rangers 0. Cambridge City 2. Telford 1. Kettering Town FC 2. Chelmsford 0. Chester 2. Poole Town FC 2. Gateshead 1. See page 1. FC United of Manchester 2. Dartford 0. Slough Town 1. Eastbourne Borough 3. Ebbsfleet United 2. Hastings 2. Farnborough 0. Frome Town 1. Gloucester City 1. Gosport Borough 1. Hereford 3. Hednesford 0.

Hendon fa cup fixtures results and table. Maidstone 1. Albans 5. Hitchin Town 0. Truro City 4. Hungerford Town 0. Kings Langley FC 2. Metropolitan Police FC 1. Southport 2. Stalybridge 2. Weston Super Mare 2. Tiverton 3. Welling 0. Royston Town 0. AFC Fylde 3. FC United of Manchester 0. Slough Town 0. Bath City 1. Boston United 0. Hemel Hempstead 0. Kettering Town FC 0. Nuneaton 0. Chester 3. Ebbsfleet United 1. Chorley 1. Darlington 6.

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June 2019 local events diary No9: Frimley Green Gardens Open: Sunday 9th June A big oops - having omitted the floriferous Frimley Green Gardens Open event on Sunday 9th June. We're regular visitors to the gardens, always begining with cake and tea on the Green. I've added the event to my diary recap list HERE.

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Dealing with a strong #lunge that binds up the sword. The #fencer could parry with the dagger, but their sword would still be bound and they could be stabbed by the opponent. Instead, the fencer uses a prime or hanging #guard to parry, pushes their dagger through the gap to bind the opponent, then cuts. #historicalfencing #martialartists (at Frimley Green) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8zn2_9HzuN/?igshid=uemp35zojnt4