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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Cassie suppressed a giggle by putting her hand over her mouth.

“For a skinny lad he eats like a horse.’

“He’s young and still growing darling. When he stops eating then we have to worry.’

 

 

 It was the night he’d been waiting all week for as Harry Owen looked at his face in the mirror after taking a bath and shaving. He combed his hair checking his face for spots. There was none. He’d been lucky he was going through his teens without acne which he dreaded. His mother said that it was the juices from the cabbage and carrots that went to make gravy that stopped him and his brother from getting spots. She always made sure that they ate fruit and Harry ate tons of apples, oranges, and bananas. Harry liked Granny Smiths, and French golden delicious. He slapped some Kouras on his face then put on his favourite shirt worn by Paul Weller from his favourite band “The Jam” he’d play his cassette tape over and over on his ghetto blaster he’d bought himself. “A town called malice” belted out in his bedroom as he put on his brown leather bomber jacket. He inspected his 501 jeans and his white Air max training shoes before leaving the house. He strutted up the street to the bus stop to catch the 301 to Whitey bay. The bus would stop more or less outside where he wanted to be. He gave the driver his fare then went upstairs. He didn’t want to sit with the old pensioners who got on to go to the Crown Bingo in North Shields. He felt like a fox in a chicken coop sitting amongst them as they squawked away about insignificant things like the menopause and what ailments they were suffering from. And then there was the visits to the local doctors three times a week. They were all like walking medical dictionaries as they discussed what was wrong with them or their husbands. “Do you know my Albert has got a then theirs lips would move but no sound would come out. Propping up a left breast with arms folded. “Never the woman behind would say. “You can get something for that you know from the chemist; oh it’s very good, it worked on my man.

“How’s he getting on your George like, you know, since he had the vasrectomy.’

“Well it’s a load off his mind Ethel, he’s like a rampant bull he is, can’t keep his hands off me said Ethel straightening the curlers under her head scarf.’ 

“Christ,’ I need need a 1945 starting handle for wor Albert.’ I forget the last time we you know, had moving her lips again and miming the word SEX.’

“I’ve tried everything.’

 “Have you tried that ginsing, that’s meant to strengthen their ardour?’

“I’ve even sang to him naked but you can’t raise the dead can you.’

Harry was glad when the bus finally reached Northumberland Square and the lot of them got off and waddled along the road. He looked across at some of the old buildings undispersed with the new some of them had been build long before the turn of the century and were in dire need of re-modernisation.  The ageless statue of the wooden doll stood proudly in the square looking down towards the fish quay. She was the epitome of the little town with her fish basket strapped to her back. She reminded folk of an age gone by and how tough it was in those days. The bus pulled away past Mitchell Dodd’s solicitors then turned the corner onto Albion Road and stopped at the traffic lights. It was a warm August night and he was glad that he was sitting next to an open window and that there was some cool air blowing in. Even though the sun had now gone the humidity made the 

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