Kilo a Dogs Tale

Riding home from work at the Battle Hill Colliery in Wallsend a young lad hears what he thinks is a woman in distress- He parks his bike and runs down an an embankment where he discovers it is not a woman but a sack that has been thrown into a sewer. upon opening the bag he discovers that it is in fact a little staffordshire bull terrier pup. He places the pup into his bait bag and takes it home to his mother where they live in a miner's cottage in Cullercoats. If you love animals you will love this story.


35. Kilo Chapter 35

On the 10th March 1952 Jack was pacing the floor in the parlour as Nigel was trying to fix his cravat.
Keep still for a second Jack; you will wear those new shoes out before we get to the church.
“What time is it? 
“Ten minutes since the last time you asked Jack.
“Is my hair alright?
 ‘Your hair is fine you went to the barber yesterday did you not?

When the time came to leave Jack was totally calm. He got into the wedding car then closed the door.
“Right driver take us to the Queens Head.
“What? We don’t have time for drinks said Nigel we have to be there fifteen minutes before the bride to be.
“Ah got you said Jack laughing. Wait a minute I’ve forgotten the rings said Nigel as they got further on. Oh you idiot said Jack then Nigel pulled them out of his top pocket. 
 They reached the church and walked down to the front where he saw his mother and what seemed like the whole neighbourhood.
Gino and Nigel took their places as the wedding march was played and down the aisle came Katie with her father she was truly beautiful as her father brought her down to join hands with Jack. He winked as he took his seat
 Then the vicar of the church came out and the service began.


When they got back the street was ablaze in white table cloth and seats plates glasses and cutlery. With the help of the whole street everyone had baked pies cakes made sandwiches. There were hams, legs of pork, and joints of beef.
 This was going to be the biggest and best wedding party Cullercoats had ever seen.
 We had informed the local police that that street would closed to traffic for that day. They turned up and celebrated with us.
Keith had organised an Irish band that played the accordion fiddles and a banjo. The drink was flowing and everyone danced the night away. It was a day that would live in the memory for years to come.
Keith came over and gave Jack and envelope, this is Kate’s dowry. It is tradition in Ireland to give the groom a dowry for good luck. I’m sure you will be needin’ to slip away soon as you are going to my friends hotel in Blackpool it’s all taken care of. Keith embraced Jack. 
Right everyone said Keith raise your glasses to the bride and groom.
“To Jack and Kate.”
Jack and Kate they all voiced and drank down the wine beer or whatever they had to hand.

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