The life and times of Chris Jones

In other news, my parents have gone for two weeks, but have taken my camera. No photos! Nooooo!

As an excuse to see if Google Webelements works here, a map of the village in which I live.

It does seem to work, but switching between Visual and HTML modes seems to remove the iframe code! Madness.

Anyway, recently I have been doing some research into RAF Wrexham (I appear to have modified this article from this state a while back).

This image to the left is a map of aforementioned RAF station I have been working on over the last few weeks. Getting information on this is scarce, as with most RAF bases in the immediate postwar period that were sold off (This particular one became a quarry), however I feel I have it down accurate enough. However, there appears to have been a lot of activity there due to surrounding bases being too boggy to land at, and the paved runways at Wrexham offered a dry haven.

The below map shows what it looks like today. Compare it to the map I have created and it can be seen there is much difference!

It’s another bank holiday weekends. The goverment of this nation rolls these things like a pair of loaded dice. Now you won’t catch a limey like me flappin his gums, but sittin around yappin don’t put no steak on the table if you catch my drift.

I was ponderin whether or not a young palooka like me should hop into the jalopy with my camera. Strictly on the level, mind you, I ain’t none for taking no photos of no shawl-less dames, y’know.

A gumshoe like me needs to know when to do it and how it needs to be done, y’see. The emptyness of the streets don’t come a’knocking with work and wages, and a fella needs dough to get the bootleg, don’t he.

Due to a lack of money this month to go out driving for photos, I think I shall delve into the archives and see if I can find any of interest. I’ve already started off with three I thought were quite interesting.