By ten thirty the taxi was ordered and they were packed and ready. Both dawn and Jim were eating a slice of toast as the taxi pulled up to the house Jim carried out a night case for both he and Rosina then came back for Dawns.’
“Yes have you got the music daddy and the eight tracks?’
“Yes it’s here honey.’
“Let’s go then.’
Once again they headed up to the airport.
Gordon was making himself ready to go out he ordered a taxi to take him to the “Waterfront Bar,’ it was coming in ten minutes. He was wearing a white casual shirt and a brown corduroy jacket with dark brown trousers and a pair of tan coloured brogues. He splashed some aftershave on his face and combed his hair in the hallway mirror before dashing outside and getting into the cab.
“Where to sir said the driver?’
“The Waterfront bar on the Quayside please.’
“Yes I know the place have you been before?’
“No I haven’t actually.’
“You will like it; there’s always plenty women in there looking for some rich guy to take them home if you know what I mean.’
Actually I’m meeting friends tonight they will be bringing their wives.’
“Never mind I hope that you have a good night anyway.’
The car headed up the coast road then turned down towards Chillingham road which took them onto Byker they drove along Shields Road until they passed the students apartments. Lots of them were out tonight wearing their hippy clothing and beads. They walked around wearing round dark sunglasses and it was getting dark now. Gordon could not understand why anyone would wear dark glasses in the dark.
The driver headed past central station then turned down the bank that led to the quayside. The seagulls were squealing as darkness fell to shade the light now the river Tyne was a mass of illumination. He could hear music coming from the bars surrounding the river from both sides.
The car pulled up outside the Waterfront and Gordon give him a fiver and told him to keep the change.
“He looked around and saw his friend who was waving through the crowd of people
He went to the bar and was joined by Ralph. What’s everyone drinking asked Gordon?’
“We are drinking a cheeky little red number called Melini Chianti it’s only three pounds a bottle Gordon; it’s a give away.
Listen my friend I hope that you don’t mind but Pat has brought her friend with her she is a little younger than you but she is very pretty.’ You call her Tracey Jones; she’s from Wales.’
“So she’s a bit of Welch rarebit then.’
“Can I help you sir said the young girl behind the bar who was obviously a student from the university who was working her passage by serving in a bar as a lot of students did to earn a few bob.
“Could I have two bottles of Melini Chianti please?’
“Certainly sir she went to the cabinet then pulled out two bottles then uncorked them for him then asked if he had a glass.
“Could I have one please the rest all have glasses.’