The boy and the seagull

The story tells of a young coble fisherman Tom Lawson who is also a coxswain on the life boat Pegasus in Cullercoats. His father drowned saving the life of a little girl and he wants to follow in his father's footsteps. the story is set in the early fifties a time of sexual revolution and rock and roll. Tom meets Eva a girl who wants the best- brought up on Howdon road she dreams of a better life. She works as a packer at Tyne Brand on North Shields Fish Quay- Tom the handsome Teddy boy with his drapes and crepe shoes charms the young Eva - they end up getting married but things don't run smoothly for the couple who have a son together but he is be-felled with a fever which leaves him unable to hear. This is a story of love-of heartache-and triumph over adversity. This is a story to warm your heart and one i'm sure that you will enjoy.

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Robin Dawson the little fat butcher with a round face and reddened cheeks was serving a customer as Peter Mortimer walked in.

“Can I get you anything else Mrs Junghan, would you like some beef sausage freshly made this afternoon?’

“Aye and give me a pound of stewing steak an aal.’

“Sorry ladies said Peter but I have o get back to work in fifteen minute would you mind; I just want a word with fatty here.

“Hey who you callin’ fat said Robin; his face was completely red now.

“You I’m calling you now yesterday I sat having my Sunday dinner and I tried to chew the roast that my wife bought from here. It was as tough as boot leather and full of fat and gristle and once more my wife paid two pounds for it.

“Come now Mr Mortimer; Dawson’s pride our selves on good quality meats here.’

Peter went into his bait bag then took out the remains of the joint of beef that they had eaten yesterday. “Here! You try and eat this he said as he threw the beef at the butcher who just managed to catch the lump of beef.

Robin opened the wrapped up meat then said Ah but did you wife slow roast the meat Peter?

“My wife has been cooking Sunday roast for me for over thirty years; don’t try and tell me it hasn’t been cooked properly; now go on see if you can chew on it.

The women in the shop all looked on as Robin cut a piece of the cooked beef and tried to chew it.

“Trying very hard to chew the meat in his mouth Robin had to concede and he removed it and threw it in a nearby bin.

“Yes, it is a little tough but there is no doubting the quality.’

“Listen here you Mister; you may be able to flam these customers with your fancy talk about quality products but not me. “ Now! I want another piece of beef and I want to see it before you wrap it up and it better be good because if it isn’t I will be taking you to the ombudsman after I’ve knocked your fat arse on the floor.

The women in the shop all howled with laughter as the panic stricken butcher ran into the back of the shop and came back with a lump of beef that was twice the size of the one his wife had bought. “Here take this with our compliments Peter and please tell your good wife were are sorry and that it won’t happen again.’

“It had better not for your sake I can tell you.’

The butcher nervously wrapped up the meat then handed it to Peter.

Peter nodded to the ladies as he left the shop with a satisfied grin on his face.’

“Now Mrs Thompson what can I get you?

“You can give me some stewing chops and they better be lean or me man will be coming to see you.’

 

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