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Pictorial Autobiography

This is 'King's Weston House' in Bristol where in 1979 I attended my 10 week C.I.D. Course. We had to work hard but you were certainly taught to play hard as well. There were 3 monthly exams. The first I came joint 1st, out of a class of 30. Mid way I came 9th and the final exam I passed but came 19th. If before you went you weren't a good drinker you certainly were when you returned. I can distinctly remember a couple of episodes from the course. We got invited to a Pernod presentation night in the infamous Mandrake Club, where everything was half price, I remember walking out of the club feeling okay and suddenly the sky fell in and apparently I fell over a wall and came to in the back of a Police Van.

I was in those days a good card player and myself and a lad from Manchester used to return early on a Sunday evening and call in the local pub where we'd play the locals at Don and Poker, most weeks I'd make enough to help with the cost of the social side of the course ( and a little help from the Bank Manager).

Good times : great memories.

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