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In a magaluf hotel i was 19 with a man about 50, in his hotel room. Still sends quivers down me spine
Jesus christNot my story but worth a mention. Whilst talking to my mate about war stories, he talked about his grandad. The only action he apparently saw was in Africa when he got into a fight with an Arab who was on his side, but his demob story was the one he told people. On returning to County Durham he didn't have enough money for a train fare so got out of his train at Darlington and started walking back to the other side of the county. At night it began to rain so, it being 1945, he gets invited into this blokes house to shelter from the storm, and told he can sleep on his couch. The house is apparently really creepy and old, and smells of damp and old books, and there's this ticking of an old grandfather clock that makes it had to rest. But it also turns out this bloke had a monkey, and it sits on the end of the couch, staring at him all night with its little beady eyes, and whenever he closed his eyes it would come over and touch him and stroke his face. He didn't get any sleep and legged it in the morning.
After all full day sesh in Newcastle with friends from university, I woke up in Sunderland train station (on the metro) with my head on the shoulder of some random lass. Just stood up and walked off the train. I'm sure I'd slavered on her while akip.
You could have applied for a job there in the morning!(provided you can cook a fry up as well!)!!On the fire station window ledge of Worswick St. Newcastle. Walked home to Town End Farm and started work at Hepworth & Grandage at 7 am... late 60's.