Once inside they walked around into the other part of the night spot but there was no sign of Martine. Again the music was very loud and it was hard to make yourself heard. There was a rep there from Guinness and one from Carlsberg handing of free pint vouchers when you bought a pint; so the three lads went to the bar and ordered drinks and got the free ones.’
They had several in their pockets that they could use later.’
The darkness in the room made it hard to see anyone so they wondered through to the lighter area in the night club and stood near the bar. There was a tap on Bobby’s shoulder and it was Martine with two of her friends.
“Hi, said Bobby; I thought you’d changed your mind.’
No, by the time we washed up and I went home to change it was a bit later than what I said.’
“Have you been in long; we got in around twenty past.’
This is Heather and this is Susan.’
“Hi said Bobby, these are my two friends John Collingwood and Simon Harrison.
“Can I get you a drink Martine?’
“Could I just have a fresh orange and soda pleas in a tall glass.’
Simon and John had chosen already who they were going to ask if they wanted a drink.
Bobby got the attention of a young lad who was serving then ordered Martine a drink.’
“So Bobby what brings you to Whitley Bay?
“Believe it or not I was born in North Shields; I moved away eleven years ago and I guess I’ve lost my Geordie twang.’
There is no hint of a Geordie accent there at all.’
“I travel around a lot and I’ve picked up that many accents rolled into one.’
“What do you do?’
“I’m a long distance lorry driver; I deliver most of your breakfast from Denmark and cheeses from Holland and France.
“I’ve only been at it two years though and I was just bumming my way around after college. I went busking around Europe then ended up in Nashville in Tennessee.’
“Do you sing?’
“Yes, and I play guitar.’
“So I guess you like country music then.’
Yes, my father got me into it when I was a lad.’
“So is this why you dress like a cowboy.’
Yes, I went to work on a ranch out there for a while and learned how to ride a horse and heard cattle.’ I like the way of life in the States.’
“Will you go back?’
“I reckon one day when I get tired of being on the road; I’m saving up to buy a property out there.’
“So that is your dream then.’
“Yes sort of.’
“What about you?
“Me, shrugged Martine, I have no plans really.’ I’m just happy getting up each morning.
“There must be something that you would like to do.’