We are the Champions, mis-remembered

My memory is a mixture of truth and fiction, of wealth and poverty.

I have a great memory for tax cases or tax legislation, or for chess games or chess topics, but a woeful memory of family, friendship or other useful memory. When did I last see someone: I don't know; do I remember the time we went to the Lakes together…often, no, a complete blank. One of the stories Jane likes to tell against me (she is my wife, after all) is how I plainly denied ever having a Peugeot 205 Gti, despite later being shown a picture of me with it.

One of my oddest false memories is when we returned by train from London having won the Sunday Times National Schools championship. Bolton School won it once, in the 1960s, and again, in 1976, when I played bottom board (by 1979, I was top board, and Nigel Short – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia was by board 2, although about that time he started to surpass me.

Anyway,I have clear recollections of us singing along to Queen's 'We are the Champions of the World' YouTube on the train home.

Alas, checking this years later, it turns out that this memory was false: Queen released this record in 1977. So unless I have great song writing powers, I must have made up this memory: I doubt we sang it in 1979, when we came second.

What I do remember, though, is that in 1976 I had some hair, as this newspaper clipping shows.

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