A Brief Introduction
from John Roberts
was born in Hunslet, Leeds 10, on February 23rd 1957. This was, of course, the same year the Soviets sent a Moscow street
dog, Laika, into orbit. Also the year when Britain exploded its first hydrogen bomb over Christmas Island in the sunny Pacific.
I've never been particularly academic but I am
a voracious reader and could call myself basically self-taught, an auto-didact. I have painted over the years, enjoying some
success at regional art shows. Contact with Robert Edwards in 2005 opened up writing possibilities in a way I could never
imagine. It is great to be able to write what you think without censorship.
My career path has been varied. Since 1998 I have worked in a secondary school. Before then, a further
education college library and, before then, a British Rail Secondman and train driver (hours-horrendous; however, no experience
in life is invalid).
I've had numerous
letters published in newspapers over the years, my initial foray was a letter I was fortunate enough to have published in
The London Times in July 1971. A protest, really, about a proposal to build a road through our school playing fields; they
ended up tunnelling the road to cut the noise but the school was demolished 15 years ago! It was only built in1960.
I am a Roman Catholic in faith.
Music is an abiding passion, in particular the works of Edward
Elgar, Ralph Vaughan Williams, Jean Sibelius, Francis Poulenc, Eric Satie and the lesser known English composers of the Great
War period like George Butterworth and Frank Bridge.
Letter from John Roberts to The London
Date: 26/07/2017 11:22
Subj: Northern Powerhouse et al
The London Evening Standard.
It was interesting to see that Crossrail2 has been given the green light but various long-promised
projects further afield, such as the electrification of the Midland and Trans-Pennine routes, are again to
be put on hold. I'd be curious to read the editorial view of this.
I have a vivid memory (BBC News) of our former Chancellor sitting at a press meeting of the
Northern Powerhouse held at The National Railway Museum at York. Ironically, they were all sitting directly in front of a
Chinese steam locomotive, which spoke volumes. Every picture tells a story!?