Former Advertiser reporter finds cuttings from his time at the paper - and the memories come flooding back
My cluttered office at home is a veritable museum to the past, a Pandora’s Box of books, records, files, a pike’s jawbones (yes, really), several fossils… and endless piles of cuttings.
Most of them relate to my work for many newspapers and magazines in the years since I left Rugby. But the other day, I came across a tattered envelope that was full of snippets from my days on the Advertiser.
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Hide AdAnd what a treasure chest this proved to be. Faded and yellowing they may be, but what a glorious glimpse into the vibrant life of the town during the 1960s. And I’d like to share a few with you…