Keith and I became friends as part of a group of youngsters who were members of our local athletics club.  Being both dark-haired, spectacle-wearing lads of similar size and stature, we were often referred to “the twins”.  We trained together and Keith, a talented runner, took me under his wing.  However, after beating me by half a lap in a one-mile run, he soon realised it was a waste of time so I moved into officiating!  Being the only person with a car, I became team manager of the walking section and Keith, who’d been experiencing injuries through running, joined the team.  Even as his ‘second choice’ of sport I still couldn’t manage to keep pace with Keith. Keith bought himself a convertible sports car (to attract the girls!) and we used to drive around wearing bobble hats to keep our heads warm.  Returning from a race one Saturday afternoon he took his eyes off the road (to view an attractive girl!), crashed into a traffic island at Wanstead flats and ended up getting towed home by a breakdown truck.   As a group we enjoyed very many social activities in the 1960/70s including a memorable caravan holiday at…