Paul Malik the handsome Arab, inherited the laundry business from his father who came to live in England in 1948 and started life in Liverpool, He buys his first shop with six old washing machines when he moves to the Arab and Jewish community in Benwell in Newcastle. He notices how the community struggle to wash clothes by hand and sets about opening a laundrette. Des Baldwin, the racial bigot does not like Paul or any other black man or woman for that matter. He works in a garage on waterville road and does fiddle work on the side. There is a knock on his door one evening and a bony faced man in a suit asks if he will repair a friends car. the 1968 Jaguar belongs to Darren Ingles a notorious gangster from the West End of Newcastle. The car has been used in a robbery and has been damaged. Read how Des' gets involved with the mob. The story is set in 1971 and will take you to Manchester, and Tenerife and the Canary islands. This is a story of drug trafficking, Dealing and murder.


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Outside the Baldwin house was a hive of activity as Kevin Ford helped Des take off the door that was dented and replace it with another that he’d found at his yard. He thanked Kev for his help and paid him for the door. He then set about covering the windows and tyres so he could re-spray the car. He put on his mask and began to put on the base coat on first. That would take at least two hours to dry; then it would require two coats of the metallic paint to make it look as if it had just stepped off the showroom.

The sapphire blue paint had cost him more than he expected but he would still make a good profit he thought.

When the second coat went on it was left to dry.

He sat on the wall and admired his work knowing that he’d done a good job. Lizzy brought him a mug of tea out as he waited for the paint to dry before removing the masking tape and newspapers. Then he would set about cleaning the alloyed wheels; checking the brakes and all the lights before the bony faced man called in to pick up the car.


Jenifer Baldwin was nearly half way through her last shift; she was sweltered again as the sun belted in through the windows. She stood in the back of the shop doing her ironing as the customer had to sit and bake in the heat.’

She had asked Paul for two portable fans which helped. She placed one in the shop and the other in the back. The osculating fans blew cold blew cold air around which was better than nothing. Terry Partridge a lad from Leeds sat with his wife and they both had brought a huge silver cross pram dating back from the early forties full of washing. It fitted in the back of a big truck. They had moved down here in the late fifties they had seven kids and hence why there was so much washing to do. Terry’s wife was now in a wheel chair so the vast majority of things he had to do; but Terry never complained. He just got on with it. Terry’s sister in law came for three hours every night so that Terry could fish the tide up and then back. Terry gave her some fresh codling and a bag of flatties. He rarely blanked. His chest freezer in the garage had a good supply of fish and there was another for his mussel and frozen crab. Terry was often seen down at the Black Middens where he had several old tyres placed. The peeler crabs love to go into the tyre recesses and Terry would collect a good few dozen and freeze them for the winter months when there was none to be had.

They came at seven o’clock this morning and they were still here at one o’clock.

Terry worked for the local council; he was also a keen angler and would be seen every night on North Shields fish quay in his red survival suit with his beach caster and ambassador 7000 reel. He could cast a five ounce lead 200 yards. He stood by the ice factory which was a favourite spot for many anglers as there was a trench that had been dug out by the dredgers for the King of Scandinavia, the Leader, and the Jupiter who were regular visitors up and down the River Tyne.

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