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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“Now do you bunch of pansies want to laugh now.’

Jenny walked away and crossed over to get the bus.’

She stood in the shelter crying when a car pulled up and the window went down.’

“Are you alright Jennifer; It was Paul.’

“What are you doing here?’

“I came to take you home; I didn’t want you going home alone.

“You look very beautiful tonight; what happened to your date?’

“It turned out to be very disappointing if you’d like to know.’ Now you can say I told you so she said as she got into the front seat after he had got out of the drivers side to allow Jenny to get in.’

“I would never humiliate you Jenny I respect you too much for that.’

“I’m sorry, said Jenny ignore me I’m just angry that is all.’

“Would you like to come to my house and have a drink with me?’ it is alright if you don’t I will drive you home.’

“A drink would be nice Paul.’

Paul pulled away from the kerb then drove down the coast road to his home. Paul lived in close proximity to his parents but his house was bigger. It had a lovely well kept garden and it was decorated in kind of Moroccan, Arabic style with plush carpets

Copper lanterns, hexagonal tables with brass patterned tops the arched walls had vases inside and the walls were painted a terracotta colour and cream.

“Please sit Jennifer; my home is your home.’

“Do you take tea or would you like something stronger.’

Tea will be fine Paul.’

Paul returned from the kitchen with a glass jug and in it was tea with lime and fresh mint leaves.

He poured the tea into these ornate glasses then handed one to Jenny.

“This is really nice said Jenny after tasting the brew which had been chilled.

So do you want to tell me what happened on your date to make you so upset?

I was ignored for half of the evening then he had the Audacity to insult me by telling all his friends that I was not intellectually on their level and that I was only a laundry girl who ironed his shirts.

“What a horrible man.’

“Well I told him what he could do with his shirts in future.’

“Good for you.’

“I wish I had listened to your advice now; Tim was right I am just a thick laundry girl.’

“No you’re not said Paul taking her by the hand and holding it. I had to suffer the indignity of being called a peasant boy when I was at school but I proved them all wrong by working hard and going to college and then onto university.

That is what I would like to do Paul. There is no reason why you cannot do it. I will give you the time off that you need so you can get an education. The thing is, what are you going to do once you do get an education.’

“I haven’t thought that far ahead Paul.’

“Do not worry about that at this time; I will pick up the enrolment forms for you on Monday.’

“Would you do that for me?’

Yes,’ because I believe in you Jennifer. You have the determination and the drive to push it through to its conclusion.’

Paul topped up their drinks then asked her what subjects was she good at in school

“I was always top in my class for English.’ 

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