TAFF - pg 45 When we knew that Don had won the 1960 T.A.F.F. we airmailed him right away to include a visit to St Fantony's Shrine on his itiner- ary, pointing out the fannish Historical Value of actually freez- ing in the subterranean vaults of the C.S.F.C. We also serve whiskey. We know it was for the latter reason he came - not for the Hist- orical value. The Ford Form first made its presence felt as we completed our registration with the Con Committee at the Kingsley Hotel; a large shadow blunked out the programme we were perusing, and a voice said "Have you met Don Ford?" On looking up (and I do mean UP!), thar he was. But to prove that Britain can grow 'em just as big, an even taller construction in the form of a neofan appeared later in the proceedings. This character MUST have topped 7'6"! At various times throughout the con, confusion reigned when try- ing to make arrangements for Don to visit the C.S.F.C. This was mainly due to the fact that he had had two separate invitations to visit Cheltenham, one from Bobbie Gray and one from the Jone's. Correlating the two proved difficult at the outset, but eventually everything was worked out. ...which reminds us about the presentation by Don of a Belly-button Brush to Ted Carnell.... We were made members of the B.S.S. and attended one of its meet- ings in Don's room, bringing our own glasses (container-type). It was at this meeting that Bearded Bob Parkinson - a staunch Knight of St Fantony - surrendered half of his beard in aid of T.A.F.F., and Ina Shorrock laid a false trail for Peter West who was eventually (to everyone's relief) in some dim recess in the maze of passages around the hotel. One highlight of the Con was the DON FORD SLIDE SHOW, and how we wished later, at the C.S.F.C. Clubrooms, that we could have seen them all again - if the time and equipment had been available. (Don'y forget Don, we need one for next year's Con here!) To make sure that he had a night record of London's lights. Bill Gray took him down to Piccadilly Circus, and probably other places (if he didn't Don, you sure missed the more extensive attractions of London's night Life!) Easter Monday found us on our way home - and Don, complete with peaked cap and black leather jacket plus cameras went down to Traf- algar Square to take in the anti-nuclear demonstration...he was last seen being trailed by two plain clothes detectives down Shaftesbury Avenue........... He arrived in Cheltenham on the Tuesday after the Con and found his way to 44, Barbridge Road. (This is still a wonder to us, as the local taxi drivers expect their passengers to direct them all the way!) He at once remarked how green everything was here as he stood knee-deep in grass on our front lawn. A visit to the local pub was frustrated by time which was mainly used up by trying to phone Bobbie to see what arrangements she had made to take Don on a tour of the locality the next day. We eventually decided that they couldn't hear the phone ringing - that was around midnight and