And so this is Christmas Volume II
The Ghosts of Christmas past, where are they now, it must have been love but it’s over now…………..
Memries (memries), good days (good days), bad days (bad days)
Theyll be (theyll be), with me (with me) always (always)
In these old familiar rooms children would play
Now theres only emptiness, nothing to say
No more carefree laughter
Silence ever after
Walking through an empty house, tears in my eyes
Here is where the story ends, this is goodbye
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
We just have to face it, this time were through
(this time were through, this time were through
This time were through, were really through)
Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go
(I have to go this time
I have to go, this time I know)
Knowing me, knowing you
Its the best I can do
I can be romantic , even charming, it is not an act, not even in a former life, but it has to be inspired, and we are all different with different people around us. Perception is a wonderful key. Though I normally assess a person in 5 seconds, obviously I don’t always get it right, just most of the time. A job as a law enforcement officer does make you cynical and a human lie detector. I suppose I display a hard crust under which is really a soft core. I always wanted to do good to mankind in general, change things for the better and I do think there have been and still are wasted opportunities. I learned at the age of 12 that demolition was easy, but it took far longer to build and create. That was the age I embarked on DIY as my mum could not employ somebody to Do it All. So with relationships. You spend time with someone and then it is all destroyed just like HMS Hood , blown out of the water with few survivors. There are no winners in those situations.
At this time of year we get on TV those that have passed away during the preceding months, I hope I die before I get old, hold on I am as old as I feel.
I think of Christmas past and what might have been.
Sally Price was my 1st girlfriend, age 13. We sat in my bedroom, yes sat in the bay window on a sofa and kissed every Sunday afternoon, she was at my Grammar School the year below.
Pat Kelly was at Jesus and Mary School. Most of the girls worked at Woolworths in Harlesden , where I worked on the Delicatessen Counter Friday nights and Saturdays. Sad to see 99 years of a high st name demise at this time Pat came round every Sunday night age 16, without her strict Catholic Mum and Dad knowing.
Lynn Hoyte. She was my first steady girlfriend, lived on the North Circ in Neasden. I had to park the scooter at the back and disrobe, so her Mum & Dad did not know.
I finally lost my virginity at age 17 to Kim, a 25 year old, who walked past my home every evening. I would rush out at 5.30pm to polish the scooter and stare. Then one day she invited me to her flat, and that lasted for 6 months before I wanted a change. Kim was really the reason why I never got to university. She affected my revision pattern, which was read, digest, memorise. Even Mr Major, a small rotund lovely history teacher who every one mocked except me, could not believe my history grade at A level, when I had got a distinction at O level. I think my papers were marked incorrectly, but by then I was fed up with exams, and just took what I had, I was joint 2nd in the school, see 2nd again, story of my life. The school had appealed before when only four of us passed Economics O level, me included, so I think there were marking scams then as there are today, why change the habit of a lifetime.
Anyway I digress education standards from sex education (Seventeen) ( yes the film is based on truth) .
The first girl I did not recognise when I woke up in the morning was Carol. But that was because she wore so much make up at night that she looked “and now for something completely different” in the morning.
By now I had generated to four wheels and a 105e Ford Anglia. Then my first holiday abroad, amazingly it was a week with my biological father and a new woman in his life that wanted an extended family, right person to go to then!!
Magalluf Majorca opened my eyes, to feminity international. Eve was from Norway, daughter of a Vauxhall Dealership Manager in Oslo. She spoke no English, my Norweigan was as today……………zilch, the chemistry was like lightning striking at the same spot all the time. It was hard to say goodbye. Bad enough when hundreds, thousands of miles apart to carry on. Especially when every Thursday night I was down the Oldfield dance hall in Greenford and weekends down the Boat House (now demolished) at Kew and the Castle (now Henrys Bar - Meat Market) in Richmond.
I had met Suzanne in Boulogne age thirteen and three quarters, on a school trip, where every one except me and Derek Johnson were green faced and sea sick (form a queue over the side, toilets are blocked !!) She spoke no English, I spoke un peu. We had a blissful afternoon, fond farewells, au revoir ma cheri. Merci to Miss O Kane who paid for me, ‘cos Mum could not afford it. She was good looking too, Miss O’Kane. She taught us French in French for 3 weeks and left me froid and the rest of the 33 class except 3 girls. So then she reverted back to Anglais, tres magnifique !!
There was also Claire, she was Jesus and Mary too, say 3 hail Maries and 42 holy fathers. Poor Claire, she would be sitting there with my Mum , waiting for me to come in at about 11pm. She was so pretty with electric blue eyes, but had no figure at all.
At 6th form in the coffee bar queue with Clive Willey , Bob Sweet and Ken New the 4 Musketeers, Prefects who run the school with tyranny and favours ha ha. We were all gawping with dribble on the floor as well as our lower jaws at Carol the blonde busty beauty of the entire school. She was wow wow wow as she moved and didn’t she know it. Ask her out was the dare. Bob couldn’t cos he had his glasses on and if he took them off he could ask the wrong person………. Clive was too small he would only come up to her boobs, oh thats a handy height then.... . Ken was “attached”, so it was down to me, no chance……no no chance, no way, she well never say yes, never ever.............The Lady from Del Monte.........…she said yes…………….. trouble is after a week I found out I was second in line, 2 timed, so that was that.
Hilary Scarr was my first love, as opposed to lust. She had an hour glass figure, trouble is all the males agreed. She was bubbly effervescent.There was no phone at Essex Road Willesden, so I had to walk round to the Post Office to use a pay phone, or use the phone at work which was awkward ‘cos I had just started there as a trainee, 249 Willesden Lane Brent Weights & Measures.
One night Hilary said she was washing her hair. I got to hear that excuse many more times over the years. Also, another tip of the trade - never go out with a hairdresser, they like the mirror more than anything or anybody. I drove passed her house. I now had a Sunbeam Rapier, loved that car. I saw a red Triumph convertible Vitesse outside her Mum and Dads house in Kingsbury. It was the same car as some dick head that worked in her office Cibie in Dollis Hill. So I went and knocked on the door, you should have seen her face, amazed you will be, astonished oh my. The Mum and Dad did not like me, they wanted better for her daughter. I was learning fast, etiquette. I had not ever visited a restaurant till 18 and I started work, went into a Chinese in Wembley at lunch time. I had to ask my colleagues to order for me, sweet and sour pork and rice. I also have a confession to make. Not that I am Roman Catholic like the Jesus and Mary girls, I am Church of England lapsed. However I never liked my voice, nor my hair, nor my face, and especially my nose, which I got from my Mum. If I had my nose given to me as a present I would have got my money back. However there are those that say I look like Neil Diamond, even in a New York Café, which goes to prove the prognosis on my proboscis.
Anyway uncouth of Willesden was on the doorstep, and swathe, older slimeball came to the door behind Hilary to see what was going on. So in the red mist, I moved Hilary aside and one punch in the face laid slimeball out onto the carpet, Mum and Dad said get out, don’t worry I am going…………….knowing me knowing you ah haaa. It must have been love, but its over now.
At 19 I was banned from 3 dance halls in 3 weeks. Normal scenario, dance with girl, boyfriend turns up, she is my f’’’g fiancé not yours, fiancé ?? I exclaim, and let battle commence, bouncers storm in with blue peace keeping berets missing, and out into the car park I go. There was a funny car chase once, where with the 2 girls in my car I eluded 4 chasing cars full of Neanderthals by feigning at speed on the Western Avenue dual carriage way to go right at a slip road, and then using a passing lorry to block their view and go left across the carriageways instead………..Steve Mcqueen eat your heart out or even your Bullitt out.
That’s all for now folks, stayed tuned to this channel for further adventures of Tin Tin sorry I mean Me…………………….
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