Although I was never
up to playing cricket or rugby, I used to listen regularly and carefully to the
radio commentaries on major rugby matches and test cricket. In the fourth form
I went with friends each Saturday to watch games played by the First Fifteen,
usually at Alexandra Park.

Also on the radio I
would listen with my Dad to his favourite BBC programmes: first “ITMA”, with
Tommy Handley, and then in the late forties, “Much Binding in the Marsh” with
Richard Murdoch. I can still remember walking home from the train from school,
and picking up our copy of the Listener from the newsagent in Papatoetoe, and
reading the preview of this programme some months before it arrived on our
radio in New Zealand.
Later still we
listened to “Take it from here”, with Dick Bentley, and still later I remember
the Goons, who were the most popular of all the BBC comedies, with Peter
Sellars and Harry Seccombe. Driving together to town in the car in the mornings
gave us plenty of time to relive the previous night’s episode, and to discuss
the radio news together. I missed this when we moved to Mt Eden and we each
went our own way to work.
However, one morning a
month in my first University year I worked for my father writing up his ledger
accounts at his office in Queen
Street . It was here I got to know Gordon Jones,
who at that stage was working as his law clerk, and later became a valued colleague
in India .
During my University
years my father subscribed to TIME magazine and we would have regular
post-mortems after reading each copy, which we both read from cover to cover.
We were interested in the news and the commentaries of course, but also in the
writing style, which in those days was well-known as novel, concise and
powerful.
I continued to learn
the piano while at secondary school, advancing to Grade 8 in the Roytal Schools
exams. During my university years I widened my interest in music. I started
pipe organ lessons with Bill Edgar, who was the organist at St Barnabas’ Church
in Mt Eden Road .
I practised regularly there and at the Presbyterian Church in Union Street in the
City, later demolished to make way for motorways.
I also tried my hand
at the double bass but gave up after a few lessons; some things are just too
cumbersome to be worth the effort! I joined the University Music Club in my
second year, and took part in a concert singing the Mass in B Minor. This was
fun, enlarged my musical knowledge, and introduced me to the excitement of
making music with a large group of people.

Of course during those
years I became interested in a few girls. Specifically about five or six, all
for very short periods. I can’t now remember much about most of them, a couple
of names, a face or two, and one or two dates or other incidents. Most
memorable was one lady who I escorted to her tram stop after lectures about
three times. On the third occasion she had been shopping and asked me what I
thought of her new jumper. Foolishly I told the truth. I never met her again
after lectures; she just disappeared. Moral of the story, if a girl asks “What
do you think of my new (article of clothing)?” the rule is: lie, lie, lie!
None of them, whether
in Auckland , Australia
or Dunedin ,
seemed to me to have the energy and vitality and drive of a young lady who was
part of our church youth group, and with whom I became very friendly later on:
Audrey.
During University
years I joined the Baptist Harrier Club, and used to run round the block early
each morning to get fit, but I never succeeded in winning any races. Similarly
a local tennis club associated with the Baptist Churches in Mt Eden met at the Training College courts. I played regularly, especially after Audrey
came on the scene, but never made much progress up the ladder there either.
However both these activities provided plenty of social contact, and lots of
friends.
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