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  • This new story of the irrepressible Penny Andrews tells how an accident at a local gymkhana led to an unexpected holiday in Italy. There Penny, with her usual instinct for adventure, found herself mixed up in an intriguing mystery that involved an elderly English lady, a cosmopolitan art collector and an Italian museum official.

    But Penny did not allow complications of this sort to spoil her delight in her first holiday abroad. She found the people, the language and above all the city of Florence absolutely fascinating.

    Six weeks was much too short a time for all the things she wanted to do and see, but coming home again was wonderful, too, especially when Penny was introduced to the new friend that awaited her there.

    As a teen, I loved other "irrepressible teen" stories. I didn't care if they were about buoys or gulls.

    There, I've said it. I also read all my sister's copies of "Bunty" and "Judy". They were all about the interpersonal relationships, dude, and so much more interesting than the Beano or Wham.

    November 10, 2011

  • Though I have to admit that Grimly Feendish was da bomb!

    November 10, 2011

  • Sounds exactly like "A Room with a View".

    Give me the Bash Street Kids any day. Or Alf Tupper, Tough of the Track.

    November 10, 2011

  • November 10, 2011

  • Alf Tupper

    By Kevin Raymond

    There was a man, who some say ran

    For pleasure pure & sweet

    Whatever type of weather

    He was there pounding the streets

    At the crack of dawn, he washed & yawned

    Then put on his running shoes

    He then set off on his training run

    As the locals still did snooze

    He never ran for money

    As an amateur he stayed

    He ran for fun to beat the best

    To win was all he craved

    Never ever cheated

    No sarcastic quips

    The secret of this mans success?

    Good old fish'n chips

    In snooty clubs where harriers

    Thought they were the best

    He raced them to the finish line

    Then beat them like the rest

    Working class men aren't runners

    We used to say at school

    But Alf Tupper changed all that

    As he said himself "I run em all !"

    As halcyon days and Alfs kind ways

    Are but a distant dream

    Comic hero's were our inspiration

    They inspired us to succeed!

    Working class men & women

    That was who we knew

    who ran at Battersea Park running track

    No posh athletics clubs thank you

    We were Alf, not Claude or Ralph

    Who had expensive spikes

    A pair of shorts and plimsolls

    Was what we wore on training hikes!

    So cheers Alf mate!

    You made us great

    A role model for those

    Who wanted to win so much it hurt

    "I run em all!" our favourite prose!

    November 10, 2011

  • Thanks sionnach. Panel and poem both very much in the spirit of Alf.

    November 11, 2011