10th March 2025
Charles Fox was waiting outside Nero’s cafe opposite the Guildhall. I knew it was him, he hadn’t changed much since I last saw him in 2002.
He left Herman Miller to join the MoD at Abbey Wood.
We had a lot to talk about, well, HE had a lot to talk about. It was difficult to get a word in edgewise.
With all his Navy exploits, it’s a wonder that Britain had any ships left. I’m sure he probably managed to find a scrap dealer who could take a frigate or two.
It was said that any unwanted equipment or materials would mysteriously find its way to a local scrapyard.
Every now and then he interrupted himself with riotous laughter, sometimes difficult for me to hear what he was talking about.
But his actions didn’t get anyone killed, to his knowledge, but I did wonder what the technical competence of his bosses were. I know what Charles was like, I certainly wouldn’t go into a dangerous area with him.
Another Lifetime to go 