WW2 – CHRIS PARLETT

Despite the vicious tag-team of Student Finance and the University of Portsmouth beating any passion for writing out of me like a bent copper extracting a confession, I didn’t want the last thing I posted here to have been ghost written by GPT-4. So, one more time larping as a journalist, because nothing says “I belong here” like an old SLR camera, an ill-fitting rum hat, and a thermos full of wine.

It was the D-Day 80^th Commemoration down in Portsmouth on the 5^th June. The news would report the world watching a glorious ceremony, but for most of us behind the fifteen-foot walls, we had no idea what the veterans and dignitaries were up to. The handful of tickets for us plebs had been quickly snatched up and we’d been told the best place to watch was on the BBC so to stay away.

Being British, we didn’t listen. Continue reading “D-Day 80th Anniversary Fenced Off from Peasants” →