Post by steve womack on Mar 20, 2006 15:15:05 GMT
:)An everyday tale of love in the 70’s
This may take a while so you may want to put the kettle on!!!! ;D ;D ;D
This tale is about a young soul boy by the name of lets say Stuart who in the bygone age of 1977 was attending an Easter Bank Holiday all-dayer at Baileys in Doncaster.
During the day he met a lovely young soul girl by the name of Wendy and they were getting on like the proverbial house on fire, so much so that Stuart chanced his luck and asked Wendy out on a date to which she accepted.
A couple of weeks later and after spending as much time as possible together Wendy asks Stuart if he would like to come to Sunday tea at her mum and dads.
Well by this point Stuart is be-sotted with his soul girl and not wishing to upset her, he readily accepts.
The following Sunday Stuart catches (several buses to Mansfield) to attend the tea!!!!. On entering the house of Wendy’s parents they have a roaring open fire going and Stuart finds out that this is because Wendy’s dad Harry is a miner and they get cheap coal, the house is very neat and cosy and Wendy’s mum Joyce has excelled herself with the spread.
This is great thinks Stuart I can handle this and even though Harry makes one too many cracks about Stuarts soul bags being like a skirt everyone gets on extremely well.
Looking round Stuart notices that there is a bird cage and asks if they have a budgie, this of course is the question Joyce has been waiting for as ‘Raffles' the budgie is the son she never had and all the family love and adore him, the little scamp
To allow Stuart to meet Raffles Joyce wakes him up and allows him to fly around the room and when he lands on Stuarts shoulder Joyce is overjoyed.
Harry decides that he needs to visit the loo and Joyce and Wendy disappear into the kitchen to supposedly start the washing up but Stuart knows they are going to talk about him and the smile he receives from Wendy as she is closing the door, he knows, tonight’s the night he gets into her knickers.
Stuart is feeling pretty smug and leans back into the comfy chair crossing his leg as he relaxes.
At that precise moment Raffles swoops down like an eagle and Stuart with all the dexterity of a future David Beckham, kicks Raffles straight into the open fire.
Christ almighty he shouts as Raffles is doing a great impression of the legendary phoenix and he looks around in horror for something to use to get poor Raffles out of the fire. The only thing handy is a poker or a fork used for moving burning coals etc.
He quickly grabs the fork and attempts to help poor burning Raffles and at that precise moment Joyce on hearing a commotion pops her head around the door to see her daughters nice new boyfriend ‘toasting’ her lovely ‘son’ over an open fire!!!!!
Needless to say Stuart never had to catch buses to visit Mansfield ever again and would like to say, Wendy if you are out there he is very very sorry.
This may take a while so you may want to put the kettle on!!!! ;D ;D ;D
This tale is about a young soul boy by the name of lets say Stuart who in the bygone age of 1977 was attending an Easter Bank Holiday all-dayer at Baileys in Doncaster.
During the day he met a lovely young soul girl by the name of Wendy and they were getting on like the proverbial house on fire, so much so that Stuart chanced his luck and asked Wendy out on a date to which she accepted.
A couple of weeks later and after spending as much time as possible together Wendy asks Stuart if he would like to come to Sunday tea at her mum and dads.
Well by this point Stuart is be-sotted with his soul girl and not wishing to upset her, he readily accepts.
The following Sunday Stuart catches (several buses to Mansfield) to attend the tea!!!!. On entering the house of Wendy’s parents they have a roaring open fire going and Stuart finds out that this is because Wendy’s dad Harry is a miner and they get cheap coal, the house is very neat and cosy and Wendy’s mum Joyce has excelled herself with the spread.
This is great thinks Stuart I can handle this and even though Harry makes one too many cracks about Stuarts soul bags being like a skirt everyone gets on extremely well.
Looking round Stuart notices that there is a bird cage and asks if they have a budgie, this of course is the question Joyce has been waiting for as ‘Raffles' the budgie is the son she never had and all the family love and adore him, the little scamp
To allow Stuart to meet Raffles Joyce wakes him up and allows him to fly around the room and when he lands on Stuarts shoulder Joyce is overjoyed.
Harry decides that he needs to visit the loo and Joyce and Wendy disappear into the kitchen to supposedly start the washing up but Stuart knows they are going to talk about him and the smile he receives from Wendy as she is closing the door, he knows, tonight’s the night he gets into her knickers.
Stuart is feeling pretty smug and leans back into the comfy chair crossing his leg as he relaxes.
At that precise moment Raffles swoops down like an eagle and Stuart with all the dexterity of a future David Beckham, kicks Raffles straight into the open fire.
Christ almighty he shouts as Raffles is doing a great impression of the legendary phoenix and he looks around in horror for something to use to get poor Raffles out of the fire. The only thing handy is a poker or a fork used for moving burning coals etc.
He quickly grabs the fork and attempts to help poor burning Raffles and at that precise moment Joyce on hearing a commotion pops her head around the door to see her daughters nice new boyfriend ‘toasting’ her lovely ‘son’ over an open fire!!!!!
Needless to say Stuart never had to catch buses to visit Mansfield ever again and would like to say, Wendy if you are out there he is very very sorry.