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U3A is a university in the older, original sense of people coming together for the pleasure of learning and sharing knowledge. There are no examinations and the only qualification for joining is a desire to learn and/or teach with others who have similar interests.
The North Norfolk U3A caters for retired or semi-retired people and it is run as a voluntary, self-help organisation; with a membership of circa 700. It is one of over 1000 autonomous U3As in the UK. North Norfolk U3A geographically encompasses Fakenham, Holt, Sheringham and Cromer as well as all their outlying villages
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NNU3A events are open for members,but guests who are considering joining are welcome to come to hear more of what we do.
70s and 80s journalism- The lengths they went to for a story
Talk by Ashley Walton A (Retired Tabloid Journalist and Author)
Trump World – The First Hundred Days”
Prof. Lee Marsden Head of School of Politics, Philosophy and Communication Studies; Professor of International Relations, UEA
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NNU3A March 2017 Monthly meeting.
Ashley Walton was the guest speaker for our full house March meeting with about 125 attending. For over 20 years from 1979 to 1992 Ashley was the Royal Correspondent of the Daily Express. He regaled us with anecdotes from around the world as he pursued the stories that tabloid press readers devoured with relish. Anything good, bad or even mundane as long as it gave glimpses into the more private aspects of the lives of the rich and famous. Face to face meetings with Lady Di at the bus stop. Fireside interviews with Mrs Thatcher at home in her dressing gown, whisky always at the ready. First reporter to the mortuary where Maxwell’s body had been taken in Las Palmas after falling from his yacht. Freezing sojourn’s in cold Norfolk winds waiting for Royal appearances at Sandringham. How to gate-crash ofﬁcial banquets and parties - wear a dinner jacket, climb over the wall, take a wine glass from you pocket, ﬁll it with babycham, and walk straight in up the carpeted stairs as though you had just been on the terrace for a breath of air!. Then you can be only reporter in the Chinese Royal reception to verify the Queen had actually eaten sea-slug! Much fun and hilarity, but also the harder stuff chasing stories of atrocities in Northern Ireland, and sitting in the Old Bailey reporting the most heinous crimes. His early years were in Coventry. He had already decided he wanted a career as a reporter by the age of 16 when he elected to leave school and joined the local newspaper as a tea-boy at the Nuneaton Evening Tribune. Rapid promotion saw him appointed reporter to the Magistrates Courts within one year. Then a series of appointments to local Newspapers in Surrey, Hampstead, and Tottenham until he was invited to join the Daily Express team in his early thirties. Anything for story - wherever there was whiff, jump on the plane, and chase it down so you can grab the front page before your rivals on other tabloids. Exciting days when Fleet Street relied on face to face reporting. Those days have gone. Computer screens now dictate and desiccate the adrenalin from the job. But it was great while it lasted - just as long as his wife, Joan, and their two children could tolerate the chaotic lifestyle that went with job!