Hoz

or the Hozmeister, as he is also known, was a great friend of Jack’s when they were about 14. He popped by out of the blue on Saturday morning, stopped for a few hours and gave me a load of his excellent jibber-jabber before coming up to my office to steal a book. There was a photo of him and Jack on the wall (leaning on a parking meter, being gangstas) which prompted a demand to see other pictures from the era. We found an old photo cd which contained this classic from the inland sea at Dwejra in Gozo, off Malta. Hoz is on the left.

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3 Responses to Hoz

  1. chiffs says:

    Us second generation Gozitans are outraged that you claim Gozo is OFF Malta. As any fule noe, Malta is, in fact, off Gozo . . .

  2. OS. says:

    Fight…fight. :)

    Hozmeister could do wif sum of your home made steak pie and oven chips, Boy. ;)

    Jack looks as cocky as ever. Always da boy behind taking in fings like wot his dad does.

    M. le etc…

  3. Stephen Foster says:

    Hoz is 6ft 2 now and not the sort you would pick a fight, fight with, OS. (Smiley here)

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