Thank you Vic. And watch out, Doc. She'll have you.
As for birthdays, anyone remember mad Harry Trow? Sound fella, H. I've just been chatting to him, 67 today, still riding the funky moped. He's getting one of them Hell's Angels jackets... The Brothers of Arthritis.
Nice one Pooley. I do remember that shop. But mate, the lads in our family never got the sent the shop. The girls took care of all that. Not that I want to kick Jam Butty and Mags off. They just didn't trust us. Not that we'd rob them, oh dear no. But we were all thick. The girls rang rings round us and to the shop and back quicker.
Brought back memories though, does anybody remember that Fish Paste gear, the pink slimey stuff? And Brawn. I liked Fish Paste but hated that Brawn, snot on a plate. But I always remember big slabs of them in the shops, getting a bit sliced off and wrapped in grease proof paper.
And I did rob me Ma once. I didn't mean to. Me an our George were waiting for a mate to come out and go to school. John Thomas his name was, not a wind up. That was his name. Me Ma came out of his house, told us to get to school. We waited for Thomo and spotted a ten bob note on the floor. I honestly didn't know me Ma had just borrowed it from Thomo's Ma. We fucked off to Southport, got back about 10 oclock that night. I always remember it. I had one of them little winky black dolls, remember them with the winky eyes. I got home and held it out as a peace offering. Me Ma sussed I'd had the ten bob and me Da's tea away, oh dear indeed. Them hidings back then. Me Ma would have got thrown out the Gestapo for cruelty.
