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Kandor
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Mom had been dead about 2 months and it was 3 days before my 17th birthday.
I had been watching the telly, (I cant remember what it was now)
The atmosphere in the house was, to be quite frank...awful.
We were all men see...
and Men dont talk much about grief..at least not us, not then, not there.
I remember all the days of pent up emotion and even yes...rage...why us?
Why our Mom...
Robert came in the living room and immediately turned over the channel.
I jumped up and said I was watching the programme and for him to turn it back..
Robert is 3 years older than me and at 20, a lot heavier..
All of a sudden all the frustration and anger he had inside him exploded in a murderous rage....and I was the target for it.
I remember him punching me in the face and holding my hair as he headbutted me,
I fell crying to the ground as his feet kicked into my body...
After what seemed like ages he stopped and walked slowly out of the room leaving both me and my kid brother sobbing..
I knew I had to get out of the house or it might happen again..
The problem was, I had no where to go.
I remember taking one of Dads coats and half stumbled out the door over to Willow House, a high rise block in Vauxhall Rd.
I also remember dragging Newspapers around me that were left by the Bin Chutes to keep warm..I cried that night, not because of the blood and not because of the pain, but because I missed my Mom....
And I loved my brother....
I can remember in the years just after Mom died how empty and hopeless it all seemed,
I remember if I wanted something to eat, I had to go out and get the food then cook it, if I wanted clean clothes I washed them..I supose on reflection, no bad thing...Its just I missed my Mom...and it was the little things that bought home how much.
I can remember my Dad bringing home a friend to live with us..
(I wont embarrass this lovely man by naming him here as he is still alive and well and living in Nechells.)
My Dad found him wandering the streets at the lowest of all ebbs,
He had a right to be, his Mom and Dad had both died within a week and he was too sad to go home.
A. In the years you lived with us, you more than paid your 'keep' you were the funniest, nicest man I've ever known.
I'm glad you've found happiness and the love you deserve..
By the way, You owe me 5 bob..
Hey!! Bell bottom jeans are in! its 1970 and I looked, if not quite the Bee's knees, at the least, the Bee's armpits...
My friends Allan, Derek and me are going up to the Roller Rink by Dudley rd and you know what?
We're having the time of our lives!
Its very popular and coaches are coming as far away as Nuneaton.
It was inevitable really...There was three of us, and three of them..
Aliens from a dying planet...girls
D met E ...an earlier prototype for the Honey Monster,
A met B...a girl who could teach a limpet a thing or two on how to cling to someone
And I met S...S was young, blonde and not anyway at all, anorexic..
I once remember trying to put my arms around her...big mistake!
Reed Richards from the Fantastic Four would have struggled to touch fingers...this gal was seriously big.
I remember I went out with her for about 6 weeks, always wary she was going to lose control and eat me.
I remember the night I packed her in, it seems like yesterday
(I just wish it had been tomorrow, I'd have worn a Frogmans suit)
I remember holding her and telling her gently we were finished...her tears could have ended the drought in Etheopia...She sobbed and sobbed all over me!
How could I tell her that any minute I expected Captain Ahab to shout 'Thar she blows' and hurl a harpoon at us?
The girl was seriously big...
It took quite a while to forget her...
The reason being I was wearing a brand new, dark green, woollen mini Jumper...
Her tears made the dye run on to my chest,
I had skin like the Hulk for 4 months....
I had been watching the telly, (I cant remember what it was now)
The atmosphere in the house was, to be quite frank...awful.
We were all men see...
and Men dont talk much about grief..at least not us, not then, not there.
I remember all the days of pent up emotion and even yes...rage...why us?
Why our Mom...
Robert came in the living room and immediately turned over the channel.
I jumped up and said I was watching the programme and for him to turn it back..
Robert is 3 years older than me and at 20, a lot heavier..
All of a sudden all the frustration and anger he had inside him exploded in a murderous rage....and I was the target for it.
I remember him punching me in the face and holding my hair as he headbutted me,
I fell crying to the ground as his feet kicked into my body...
After what seemed like ages he stopped and walked slowly out of the room leaving both me and my kid brother sobbing..
I knew I had to get out of the house or it might happen again..
The problem was, I had no where to go.
I remember taking one of Dads coats and half stumbled out the door over to Willow House, a high rise block in Vauxhall Rd.
I also remember dragging Newspapers around me that were left by the Bin Chutes to keep warm..I cried that night, not because of the blood and not because of the pain, but because I missed my Mom....
And I loved my brother....
I can remember in the years just after Mom died how empty and hopeless it all seemed,
I remember if I wanted something to eat, I had to go out and get the food then cook it, if I wanted clean clothes I washed them..I supose on reflection, no bad thing...Its just I missed my Mom...and it was the little things that bought home how much.
I can remember my Dad bringing home a friend to live with us..
(I wont embarrass this lovely man by naming him here as he is still alive and well and living in Nechells.)
My Dad found him wandering the streets at the lowest of all ebbs,
He had a right to be, his Mom and Dad had both died within a week and he was too sad to go home.
A. In the years you lived with us, you more than paid your 'keep' you were the funniest, nicest man I've ever known.
I'm glad you've found happiness and the love you deserve..
By the way, You owe me 5 bob..
Hey!! Bell bottom jeans are in! its 1970 and I looked, if not quite the Bee's knees, at the least, the Bee's armpits...
My friends Allan, Derek and me are going up to the Roller Rink by Dudley rd and you know what?
We're having the time of our lives!
Its very popular and coaches are coming as far away as Nuneaton.
It was inevitable really...There was three of us, and three of them..
Aliens from a dying planet...girls
D met E ...an earlier prototype for the Honey Monster,
A met B...a girl who could teach a limpet a thing or two on how to cling to someone
And I met S...S was young, blonde and not anyway at all, anorexic..
I once remember trying to put my arms around her...big mistake!
Reed Richards from the Fantastic Four would have struggled to touch fingers...this gal was seriously big.
I remember I went out with her for about 6 weeks, always wary she was going to lose control and eat me.
I remember the night I packed her in, it seems like yesterday
(I just wish it had been tomorrow, I'd have worn a Frogmans suit)
I remember holding her and telling her gently we were finished...her tears could have ended the drought in Etheopia...She sobbed and sobbed all over me!
How could I tell her that any minute I expected Captain Ahab to shout 'Thar she blows' and hurl a harpoon at us?
The girl was seriously big...
It took quite a while to forget her...
The reason being I was wearing a brand new, dark green, woollen mini Jumper...
Her tears made the dye run on to my chest,
I had skin like the Hulk for 4 months....