"An invasion of Privacy" tells the story of two boys Tom Taylor and Mickey Binks growing up in the middle 1950's. Mickey is the Elvis fan Tom is into James Dean. Tom is not interested in school and plays the wag most days. Mickey and Tom are inseparable and live in the same street. they leave school and Mickey takes on various labouring jobs, Works down on the quay; then as a coalman before getting a job on the Grainger market in Newcastle selling fruit and vegetables. Tom loves cooking and has helped his gran make bread, tarts and scones. he gets a job as an apprentice Baker and confectioner for Archer's bakery. read about their exploits as the two boys grow into men. If you remember what it was like growing up in the fifties then this is definitely one for you to read.


13. 13

“Make sure that you get a packet of blobs wont you.’

“How the hell do you use them?’

“You take them out of the packet and blow them up like a balloon.’

“Funny said Tom.’

“How do you think you numpty; they go on the end of your dick.’

“Squeeze the end of it or you will blow your balls up.’

They reached the bottom of Hawkey’s Lane then turned the corner towards the Spring Gardens. They saw the light on in the pork shop and ran along and got a Savaloy from Telford a kid who went to their school. Telford was dark haired, tall, and had those sleepy eyes like Clement Freud. His mother owned the pork shop and when she wasn’t working during the night Telford served.

“Two pork sandwiches please Tel’ with everything on them; don’t skimp on the bloody pork and can we have some pork cracklin’ hoyed in as well.’

Telford’s face never changed his facial expression as he asked them for two bob.

“Two bob.’ What happened to mates rates voiced Mickey as he took a bite out of the sandwich.’

“Two bob repeated Telford as Mickey paid him and they left the shop.

Tom opened the packet and began to eat his sandwich as they walked down Springs Terrace and down onto Coach Lane.

“Well it’s been a canny night said Mickey; I had a snog and a bit grope behind the church.

“You blasphemer said Tom laughing; the Lord thy God we come down and smite thee said Tom imitating their former religious teacher Patrick O’Flynn in an Irish accent.’

“Aye my blessed soul is past redemption and I will be forever cursed and go to hell and damnation.’

 They walked along the road then took pot shots at the rubbish bin with their empty packets before eating the pork crackling that Telford had put in a separate bag for them. See you tomorrow then kidda’ said Tom as they turned into their own Street.’

Put your football kit on as there’s a game gannin’ on.’


“The field on Dockwray Square; Gordon Sime’s has organised it.’

“It will give me a chance to kick lumps oot of some of them buggers from Clive Street.’

See you at half past six then.’

Aye you will; goodnight Tom.’ diven’t forget your blobs mind.’

“Shurup will yer me mother will hear yer big gob.’

“Not as big as your excuse for an arsehole.’ Before Tom could reply Mickey was gone.

Tom made his way to 106 then pulled the key through the letter box that was tied to a length of string; then let himself in.

“Is that you wor Tom?’

“Yes Mam.’

“Do you want any supper?’

“No mam, I’ve had a pork sandwich; I’m gannin’t’ bed for work in the mornin’

“Goodnight then son.’

“Goodnight mam.’

Tom took off his clothes and hung up his pants and got into bed with his under pants on. It was cold tonight he thought as he pulled the blankets around him and closed his eyes.


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