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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She immediately forgave him, she added that both her husband and he knew the risks that they were taking and that it was just unfortunate that Hector had been injured. She asked him to go back to his hotel and rest and if there was any change that she would ring the hotel to let him know. Michael thanked her and her young son then ordered a taxi. The drive back to the hotel took about fifteen minutes. The press were waiting outside all trying to get the latest news. Questions were being hurled at him from all angles, he just ignored them and went to the reception got the key to his hotel room and got into the lift. He went to room 426 and opened the door. He took off his shoes and trousers and flopped onto the bed in his vest and was soon fast asleep. Norman placed a do not disturb notice on his door. He informed reception that no one was allowed up to Michael’s room for at least ten hours. He then went to check on Paul Tucker Grant who was eating lunch in the restaurant when he arrived.’

“How is he?’

“Well he’s back and is sleeping at the moment.’ The bloody press won’t leave him alone.’

 “The Bastards have no respect have they.’

“Perhaps it might be wise to move to another hotel when Michael wakes up.’ This has shocked him to his boots and it’s going to take a while before he can get back into the gym.’

“Do you think he’ll fight again?’

“Who knows, his head is all over the place at the moment, He was talking about retiring. He needs a long beak away from boxing altogether then he can make his own decision then.’

“Yes, a nice holiday with Evelyn will sort him out.’

“Let’s hope so, he has to defend that title in nine months or they will strip him of the belt. He doesn’t give a shit at the moment but he could make a massive amount of money to defend it here in New York. Don King was thinking about putting it on at the Yankee’s baseball ground.’

“I don’t like that that bloke with the brillow pad hair style. The Shakespeare spouting idiot, gets right on my tit end.’

Paul had to laugh.’ He’s made a lot of money from his big mouth though Norman.’

“I just don’t trust the slimy bastard Paul.’

 “He may control most of what’s going in the boxing world over here and I don’t know who else we can go to but I tell you this, if he thinks he can screw me the way he’s done others in the fucking past he can think again.’ Michael is the champion and he will have the final say so on where and when he fights.’

“Are you not eating anything for lunch?’ said Paul cut into a fillet steak some potatoes and greens.’

“Na am not hungry.’ I had a good breakfast mind the bacon over here is shite isn’t it?’

Best off asking for ham and eggs.’

Christ I was standing at the counter fifteen minutes as she rattled off what I could have.’ Bloody omelettes, eggs scrambled, poached, boiled, or fried. Then pancakes with God knows what on them. Christ no wonders people are overweight here.’

“What’s going to happen about me Norman?’

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