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Aldermaston V: things can change

AWE Aldermaston has one of those double-fence jobbies you may remember from the Great Escape. You know, the kind short Scottish men who’ve spent too much time in the cooler with Steve McQueen get shot trying to climb. There’s a good four or five metres between them, and so the Boilerhouse Gate was actually two […]

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Aldermaston III: cub my enthusiasm

Sleeping in a church hall reminded me of a Scout camp I went on once. Actually, it was a Cub camp; I never made it as far as the Scouts, and here’s why: Some other kid and I were shining our torches onto the ceiling of the hall after lights-out and having a good old […]