Ah, such sweet memories I have of that sunny day back in '63 sat there on the grassy knoll, cleaning my older cousins rifle, really surprised about the echoey sound it made when you pull the trigger 3 times in quick succession.
The whole day was ruined when the Police cleared the area just because some 'big-wig' had been scratched or something in his open top car.
It was my first and only trip to America, for some reason, nobody talks about it when I'm in the room, but, do you know, every time I apply for an entrance Visa to the states it comes back stamped Undesirable, not that it matters the Home Office has refused to renew my Passport ever since then, never have told me why.
