It's Xmas, many of us are off work so why not. Possibly end up in the Pasnip but I'll start as I don't think I've told this story before...
Half a dozen or so years ago they were opening a memorial wall at the Burden Road side of Mowbray Park. It was for local lads and lasses who had died in the service of their country out of conflict. My uncle Colin died in a submarine explosion in 1955 and had his name on the wall so me, my Dad (his brother) and Mam attended the opening, in the disabled seats as my Mam is in a chair.
After a few minutes this bloke, mid fifties or early sixties with typical forces moustache, dressed in a beret, green blazer with medals, with a pronounced limp and walking stick sat next to me. Mid service he leant across and whispered, if any little toerags vandalise this memorial they should be hung! I said, I sure they won't, they'll show respect. He replied, I hope so but I'm not so sure and they should be hung if they do damage it. The service ended, we left in my Dad's car and I was telling them the tale laughing at what this old boy had said and pretty much forgot about it.
A couple of days later I was out for a lad at works 50th birthday and we went into Greens around last orders. I commented to the lads that I was about the youngest in there, very much a grab a granny night. I went to walk towards the bogs and opposite the bar there was this old bloke in a flowery shirt standing on either a chair or a table vigerously fist pumping and dancing. Then I recognised his very distinctive moustache. No sign of his limp or walking stick
I thought that blazer seemed a bit thick, I wonder if it was from a charity shop, along with the medals...
Half a dozen or so years ago they were opening a memorial wall at the Burden Road side of Mowbray Park. It was for local lads and lasses who had died in the service of their country out of conflict. My uncle Colin died in a submarine explosion in 1955 and had his name on the wall so me, my Dad (his brother) and Mam attended the opening, in the disabled seats as my Mam is in a chair.
After a few minutes this bloke, mid fifties or early sixties with typical forces moustache, dressed in a beret, green blazer with medals, with a pronounced limp and walking stick sat next to me. Mid service he leant across and whispered, if any little toerags vandalise this memorial they should be hung! I said, I sure they won't, they'll show respect. He replied, I hope so but I'm not so sure and they should be hung if they do damage it. The service ended, we left in my Dad's car and I was telling them the tale laughing at what this old boy had said and pretty much forgot about it.
A couple of days later I was out for a lad at works 50th birthday and we went into Greens around last orders. I commented to the lads that I was about the youngest in there, very much a grab a granny night. I went to walk towards the bogs and opposite the bar there was this old bloke in a flowery shirt standing on either a chair or a table vigerously fist pumping and dancing. Then I recognised his very distinctive moustache. No sign of his limp or walking stick
I thought that blazer seemed a bit thick, I wonder if it was from a charity shop, along with the medals...
