EBB AND FLOW

"Ebb and flow" which is centred around the Charley Clays Clothing Factory during the early sixties. The story focuses on different kinds of life in North Shields at that time - There's Helen Smith the young woman who dreams of a better life for herself, she wants to live like the rich people. When she marries Thomas Lattimer who is a wealthy banker she discovers that the life that she wanted is not all it was made up to be. Jimmy Mulligan who works for Hoults the butchers, lives over the road with his parents he has been in love with Helen since they were at school together. He tells her of his love and that he will wait for her no matter how long it takes. Allan Forster has been in and out of Borstal for petty crimes he dreams of one big job that will net him enough money to live the high life - He gets involved with Paddy Leonard a notorious hardman. A power struggle takes place in North Shields for supremacy. Paddy Devlin another bouncer, come gangster is running a protection racket

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“Lucky bastard said Dave Cox.’

“Money always goes to money said Edith.’

The bus had reached Penrith it turned and drove towards Kendal doing a steady 50

 Mph. another hour and they would be in Preston.

Some of the girls began to sing “Summer Holiday” by Cliff Richard and the Shadows.’

After the third time around, Liz asked John and the lads to sing a song.’

“We haven’t got our guitars.’

“Just sing anyway.’

John gave them a rendition of “She loves you” by the Beatles, accompanied by Jack George, and Eric which went down well. Then a couple of old timer’s got up to sing and you couldn’t shut them up after that. All the way to Preston these two old guys serenaded the whole bus. John realised that the old songs were just as important to the people on the coach as the new stuff. He began to think of ways to make them more up beat, more modern so that both old and young would enjoy them when he did them. He wrote down stuff on small pieces of paper then stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans. The coaches pulled into the café and there was a mass exodus to get to the toilet first. They were like a heard of wilder beast as they clambered to get in the front of the queue.’

The crafty old man had stuck a sign on the toilet doors of both the men’s and women’s toilets: “THESE TOILES ARE FOR PAYING CUSTOMERS ONLY.’

The Geordie crowd ignored the sign as they queued at both the counter and the toilets.  The old man began to ogle the young girls as they ordered teas and coffees.’

“Please take a seat and I will be right over said the old man as he scanned the room looking under the tables so he could see under the girls short skirts as they chatted away unsuspecting that the old man was spying on them.

When he came to the table with the tray he’d already picked out the girls with the biggest breasts and who were wearing low cut tops. He leant over them and looked down. His penis gave a twitch then stiffened. “Is There anything else you would like said the old man leering at the young girl who was flashing a big pair of breasts.’

“No we’ve got everything we need thank you.’

I have some nice bacon buns if you’d like one.’

“No thanks.’

  The old man was disappointed as he used the tray to cover the bulge in his trousers. He walked back to the counter then he pouring out the next pot of tea from the large urn. He had only sold two bacon sandwiches that afternoon and he had catered for over one hundred. He was forced to offer them at a cheaper price in order to get rid of them. The lads and lasses turned their noses up until eventually he was giving one away with every second cup of tea or coffee bought.

The old man hadn’t made much of profit at all today and would have to rethink his sales strategy if he was to stay in business. When some of the girls left the café to board the coach someone had written underneath both signs on the toilet doors; “THESE TOILETS ARE FOR PAYING CUSTOMERS ONLY- PLEASE FORM AN ORDERLY QUEUE AND I WILL SERVICE YOUR ASS AS SOON AS I AM ABLE.’

The People waiting in the queue began to roar with laughter and the old man was at a loss to know what they were laughing at. It was only when they had all left that he saw the signs and went and tore them down. He went to the window and shook his fist at the two coach loads of people. They all gave him a two fingered salute as the coaches pulled away.

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