LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON

The story focuses on three families. The Kinnear's, The Millsap's, and the Owen's. All different. They live very different lifestyles. Albert Kinnear the Librarian, who's parents came from Swindon but live in Pinetree Gardens, his father Jack is an engineer. He is a keen gardener and Pigeon fancier. Albert meets the daughter of Charlie and Elizabeth Millsap. They live on Kenton Road, in a bought property. He also is a pigeon man who has wangled his way into a chairman's job. he is a welder down the docks. No one is good enough for their daughter and they resent the relationship between Laura and Albert. Then there is William Owen(Willick) a roofing builder who lives in Cedarwood Avenue with two son's and a daughter. Alan is a jack the lad; he will sleep with any woman given the chance. Harry the youngest is a joiner and the brains in the family. Evelyn his daughter is twenty five and her father is pushing her to meet a man and get married so he can have grandchildren.

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“Do you have another job for me or what?’

“Yes I have, let’s see who you bring back to the shop this time.’

“Funny, just give me the job sheet and you get the van loaded said Harry pointing to Michael who was sniggering in the corner.

 

 

The Owen Builders Merchants had been none stop all day with people coming in for supplies to do Jobs. Alan had sold guttering, roof tiles, rolls of bitumen. And even a new man hole.

There was the odd person who came in for a box of assorted screws or some old lady who wanted some nails and carpet tacks.

His father had taken to buying strip lights, assorted bulbs and starter motors because there was a call for them.’

His father preferred being on the tools rather than being in the shop.’

He only filled in on a Saturday when Alan took the afternoon off to go and watch Newcastle United at St James Park with Vic Armstrong his mate. This week they were playing Charlton Athletic so he wanted to get up the town early. Vic met him at the shop dressed in his black and white shirt. Alan had to change in the back of the shop before his father took over. They took the bus into town and headed for the Strawberry pub where the home fans would be before going into the ground. They walked up from the Newcastle Labour Club and walked up the steep bank until they came to the pub. It was two hours to kick off and already starting to fill up. Two bottles of brown ale said Alan as he stood at the bar. The barman grabbed two bottles from the fridge then restocked it. He brought out two half pint glasses before swiftly removing the tops and handing them over.

They found a seat near the corner of the bar and sat down.

Vic took a swig of his pint and smacked his lips as a group of local supporters took up the chant of Newcastle, Newcastle, both Vic and Alan quickly joined in. They watched as many Charlton athletic fans were gathering around the hoping to get into the ground but were made to queue up.

“They’d be better off going for a pint said Barry Smith on a table next to theirs. I wouldn’t stand oot there for two hours would ye?’

“Nae chance said Alan. Hey Walter hoy the telly on will yer, me horse is running in the next race.’

Walter switched on the telly but it was no good turning the sounds up because in another ten minutes the pub would be packed out.

“Vic gan to the bar and get another couple of cold ones before there’s none left.’

Vic stood up and called Walter over.’

“Two bottles Walter.’

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