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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Since his late night liaison with Christine Matheson Alan hadn’t bothered going into the Panshop Club in fact both he and Vic ended up on the Tuxedo Princess that was moored on Newcastle quayside every weekend. The old converted ship was owned by Mike Quadrini a local business man who turned the ship into a floating nightclub. It was very popular with its mirrored glass revolving floor. Which was great as you could look up the girl’s dresses as they danced. Some wore no under wear at all. Each table had a red telephone where you could either chat or order drinks. They had spent most of the night patrolling the bars in the Big Market. They liked Circus, Circus, Masters, Macy’s bar, The Vault, and the Pig and Whistle. Literally hundreds of female students wearing next to nothing would be seen in groups either going into or waiting in a queue to get into the bars. A lot of them were high on drugs, drunk, or both. It was a shagger’s paradise.

Alan and Vic would get a bunk up at least twice in a night and that was either in the back lane or in the men’s bog before heading off to the Tux as it was better known.

The Tux finished at two in the morning and many a time Alan and Vic would end up in someone’s apartment and shagging a girl that they couldn’t even remember the name of.

  They would confer notes the next day at work and laugh about it.

 Tuesday night everyone went crazy when most of the bars offered two for one on drinks. You could well pissed on Tuesday for a tenner and get a shag as well.’ Alan and Vic didn’t care, they would roll into work having spent the night at some student’s flat at three in the morning then be at work at eight wearing the same clothes they had gone out in. They would be half pissed and would take turns at having a kip in the back of one of the delivery Lorries. This backfired one day when Alan found himself in Middlesbrough having fallen asleep and not heard a thing. Luckily for him when they got back Vic had covered for him. Harry Blunt who was the foreman and he was always on the two young lad’s case. He’d threatened to sack them both for bad time keeping and shirking many times. Alan found out where he lived and what club he frequented. They followed him home one evening when he was worse for wear. They had half-filled a sack with horse manure ran up behind him then threw the bag over his head as he stood taking a piss in a back lane near Grey Street. “What do you going to do now Hairy **nt, it was the nick name all the lads called the fat bellied foreman.

“Who is this shouted the foreman.’

“Never mind who we are said Alan who could imitate a good Scottish accent. “I would be very careful who you report at work if I were you.’ Someone might just have a bad accident one night.’ Alan got up from holding Harry Blunts arms and Vic hoofed him in the gut. Harry rolled about in agony as the two lads ran off. The next day at work Alan waited and as the foreman walked past he shouted “can anyone smell shit,’ it stinks around here.’ Harry Blunt couldn’t prove it was Alan Owen and Vic Armstrong who had jumped on him the night before but he knew that they were implicated somehow. He looked over at them then told them to get on with their work. He would see his day with those two buggers he thought as he made his way around the factory.


Willie Owen was working on “The Raby” a pub in Byker with his mate Les McCauley. Apparently the high winds that they’d had in January had blown several slates off the roof and they needed replacing. This was a dream job because both Willick and Les could get a few beers in their lunch break. They made sure that the job spun out and lasted a full day as it was an insurance job so the landlord wasn’t bothered because it was costing him nothing. The lads replaced the tiles by eleven 

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