Murray Walker: Unless I’m Very Much Mistaken
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Murray Walker. Murray Walker: Unless I’m Very Much Mistaken
MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY. Murray Walker. UNLESS I’M VERY MUCH MISTAKEN
Contents
Introduction
CHAPTER ONE A Proud Brummie
CHAPTER TWO Tanks It Is Then
CHAPTER THREE A is for Advertising
CHAPTER FOUR Starting at Masius
CHAPTER FIVE Goodbye Mars, Hello Wheels
CHAPTER SIX My Second Life
CHAPTER SEVEN The Rough Stuff
CHAPTER EIGHT Hell on Wheels
CHAPTER NINE You Name It, I Did It
CHAPTER TEN A View from the Commentary Box
CHAPTER ELEVEN My Wonderful World of Formula 1
CHAPTER TWELVE This is My Life
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Every One a Winner
CHAPTER FOURTEEN I Am Very Much Mistaken
Well, there’s a surprise!
Maybe I should rephrase that?
If you see what I mean …
Appearances can be deceptive …
I really do not believe I said that …
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Out With a Bang
CHAPTER SIXTEEN A Full-Time Passion
Plates
Career Appendix
World War II service (1944–47)
Advertising career
Competition career
Broadcasting career
Broadcasting highlights
Other commentaries
Awards
Index
Photographic credits
About the Author
Copyright
About the Publisher
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Cover
Title Page
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Blackdown held no terrors like Corporal Coleman. I reached the required standard without interruption and, in October 1943, it was goodbye to 512 Troop at Pre-OCTU and hello to 115 Troop RAC OCTU at the Royal Military Academy at Sandhurst, the most famous and historic in the world. Sandhurst, as it is known, has been the elite training centre for regular officers of the British Army since the early 1800s and, compared to Bovington and Blackdown, was relatively luxurious. When World War Two broke out it became the Officer Cadet Training Unit for Royal Armoured Corps (RAC) personnel only. We were quartered in the historic buildings and followed the long-established Sandhurst traditions and practices that had made the British Army so dominant and powerful over the centuries. I was immensely proud to be associated with and shaped by them and to be trained in such impressive surroundings.
Some 23 of us started in 115 Troop and six months later 18 of us reached the giddy heights of Second Lieutenant. Sandhurst was enormously enjoyable but it was also tough, because of the ever-present fear of failing what was a pretty demanding mental and physical regime. The whole thing was even more intense than Blackdown with major emphasis on determination, initiative and leadership. The Sandhurst assault courses had some fiendish elements. One of them required you to climb up a 40ft hill in full kit, run off the top of it on to a single narrow plank, clear a gap on to another plank, run across that, jump on to a third plank and then rush down the hill. I’ve seen strong men stuck with one foot on each plank and a 40ft drop beneath them, transfixed with fear and panic and unable to move. Being put into a room into which CS gas was pumped, but not being allowed to put on your gas mask until you had inevitably inhaled some of the filthy stuff was not a lot of fun either. Nor was having to negotiate pitch-dark shoulder-width underground tunnels while some joker dropped thunderflashes around you. However I made it, only to experience the supreme test of physical horror – a Welsh battle course.
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