No question, it was déja view. The moment I saw the building I knew that I’d been there before, and that recollection triggered a rush of other memories, most marvellous, some bittersweet.
As the building was the old officer’s mess at Wigram, where I’d been the after-dinner speaker one anxious evening, and Wigram was my first field of dreams, back in the days of 3s 9d Airfix models and visions of Vampires — de Havilland Vampires, you understand, the kind the Royal New Zealand Air Force (RNZAF) flew.
And since little Jim, fighter pilot supreme (in the cockpit of his imagination), wanted to fly them too, he got the Brasso, polished the buttons, pressed the sky blue tunic, and turned up at No. 9 hangar Wigram every Wednesday to parade…
