Paul Malik the handsome Arab, inherited the laundry business from his father who came to live in England in 1948 and started life in Liverpool, He buys his first shop with six old washing machines when he moves to the Arab and Jewish community in Benwell in Newcastle. He notices how the community struggle to wash clothes by hand and sets about opening a laundrette. Des Baldwin, the racial bigot does not like Paul or any other black man or woman for that matter. He works in a garage on waterville road and does fiddle work on the side. There is a knock on his door one evening and a bony faced man in a suit asks if he will repair a friends car. the 1968 Jaguar belongs to Darren Ingles a notorious gangster from the West End of Newcastle. The car has been used in a robbery and has been damaged. Read how Des' gets involved with the mob. The story is set in 1971 and will take you to Manchester, and Tenerife and the Canary islands. This is a story of drug trafficking, Dealing and murder.


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“Never mind Edward this is lovely anyway; next time I will bring us something to eat.’

“If we go to the park then I will bring a thermos flask with some tea.’

I will give you my telephone number and if it is going to be a nice day you could always give me a call and I will go with you. We could even hop on a bus and go to the beach.

“I would like that; it’s been a while since I went for a walk along the coast.’

“There you are then said Moira as she handed him a slip of paper with her phone number written on it.’

“We have some of the best coastline in England here you know.’

Yes, I agree if we only had the weather all the year round.


The launderette was filling up with people now some just wanted their clothes drying. They awaited one of the eight driers to become available. They sat listening to the music being played on the radio.

Jenny was being kept busy ironing shirts in the back and stopping to sell cold drinks as the temperature inside the launderette soared. She poured herself a drink from the five litre plastic bottle and took a sip then got on with another shirt. She had another eight to do before she would be finished ironing for today. Then someone shouted because one of the machines was pouring soap suds out of it. Apparently a girl of about fourteen had been sent by her mother to wash he clothes and she had used nearly a full packet of washing powder in the wash.

“I’m going to have to stop the wash cycler and put it on a rinse cycle again to get all the soap out of the clothes.’

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.’

“Don’t worry about it; in future though it is recommended that you only put one of plastic cups full of powder in per wash.’

“I’ve put about six of those in the one wash.’

“I know, that’s why there are soap suds all over.’

“Please could everyone just stay put until I mop the water off the floor?

The kids thought a scream as they picked up handfuls of soap suds then began to blow them around the Launderette.

“Come on lads I’m trying to mop the floors here said Jenny as the teenagers just ignored her and carried on blowing the bubbles.’

“Right stop now or get out said Jenny.’

They carried on so jenny coolly walked up to the drying machine and emptied their clothes into a basket then threw them out of the front door.

“Hey you can’t do that?’

“I just did so you had better get out now before I throw you both out.’

Edward stood up and walked towards the two lads and they got up and left.

“Don’t come back here again until you learn some manners.’

The two lads went out and began to pick up their clothes by then Jenny had locked the door and they couldn’t get back in.

“Thanks Edward; but it is my job to deal with customers.’

“I know that Jenny but there was no need for the way they acted.

The lads shouted abuse outside and banged on the door but Jenny went into the back and carried on with her ironing until they disappeared. When they had left she opened the door again and business carried on as usual.’


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