The boys and I were out for a beer just a few blokes from the factory where I worked. We popped into the Cockade of Feathers also known as the Cock, for some reason. It took bloody ages to get a beer and it was full of 18 and 19 year olds getting shitfaced. Someone suggested popping into the hotel next door. Bloody hell we were getting old at 23. I was leaving a pub and going into a hotel for a drink. Bloody hell.
Actually, it was better because we could talk about work and have a good laugh and a giggle. It was nice to get out. My live-in girlfriend, Dawn, had gone up north to Derby to see her parents for a week, so I was using the excuse for a few pints with the lads.
There was a dance or something going on in the ballroom, I stuck my nose round the door just to be nosey and then I saw her. My ex-girlfriend, Alice.
She broke my heart. We lived on the same street. She was the best looking girl on the street, small point. She was the only girl on the street. We played Cowboys and Indians, Robin Hood and Maid Marion. I would rescue her and fight off the Indians or the Sheriff of Nottingham's men with my string and stick bow and arrow. I'd get wounded, and she'd help me. We outgrew playing those games and I taught her to kick a ball and she taught me hop-scotch. I was rubbish at it.
But it all went to poo when I saw her holding hands with Tommy Withers.
She came running after me as I walked away.
"He made me do it," she said. "If I didn't, he would beat you up."
Tommy was a bully. Which is strange because he was one of the smallest kids in the school. But he had a gang. I might have taken Tommy, I couldn't have taken the gang. Also, Tommy was a coward. Even at seven and three quarter years old I could see that. But she held his hand, and she didn't say she was sorry. That broke my heart. I didn't talk to her for nearly a year, I just ignored her. Every time I saw her, I could see her with Tommy.
That all changed when I got invited to her birthday party. My mother insisted I go because she hoped it would help mend the rift between us. We had been friends for nearly all of our lives, before we could walk properly. And at nearly nine years old I felt a bit more mature. We became friends again. She always insisted she didn't want to do it, and he forced her, or his gang would beat me up. She constantly tried to make it up to me over the many years.
We did get on well together after that birthday party, we became more like brother and sister. We helped each other with our homework, especially maths. I was rubbish at maths, I struggled with arithmetic. She was brilliant. I fixed her bicycle for her. She even tried cutting my hair for me. That didn't go down well with any of the Mums and Dads, and I was duly marched off to the barbers to have the mess sorted out.
But she still never said she was sorry. And I never told her that was what bothered me.
But life goes on.
Alice went away to college to do accounting. She came home most weekends, and we stayed in contact quite a lot. We would often go out together, but just as friends. We would tell each other everything, well almost everything there were certain parts of our life we didn't share, if you know what I mean. I got an apprenticeship at Barstow's Engineering as a machine operator. But I found I had a knack for fixing machinery and soon got moved into the service department. All that time fixing Alice's push bike must have had some use. My boss Alan was very good as a mentor and later as a friend.
Alice and I had a good relationship now in fact I gave her away at her wedding. Her father refused to. In fact, he didn't even turn up at the ceremony
But why was Alice dancing with a bloke in the ballroom, although it looked a little strange? I saw him whisper into her ear. And she leaned into him and put her arms around his neck.
You see, whilst Alice was away at college, she found that she preferred the company of women to men, and I gave her away to her wife Carol. Alice's dad couldn't get over it. Despite me trying to tell him that they were in love, it shouldn't make any difference. It may have come from Alice's mother realising she was never going to get grandchildren. I tried to make them realise that there were other ways, but they would have nothing for it. I think Alice's father was upset because what they did upset Alice's mother.
I became friends with Carol, I think she was glad I stepped up to help out at the wedding. It was a bit strange because I gave Alice away, and Carol's father gave her away. Mmm never mind.
At that point the music stopped in the ballroom and they separated. I went back to the bar, I was going to suggest to the lads that we move on. But they were telling jokes and enjoying themselves and thought it was quite nice, so we stayed where we were.
I tried to stay hidden, but it didn't work. Alice saw me and came across. She had a worried look on her face. But she joined in the fun, most of the lads knew her slightly. I didn't see the bloke she was with. But I think she realised that I must have seen her, because after 10 minutes or so she asked if she could have a word quietly. And we wandered back into the ballroom. She asked me if I'd like to dance. That had never happened before.
"I suppose you saw me and Reginald?"
"Yes, but it's nothing to do with me. Where is Carol?"
"She's off seeing friends down in Dorset."
I wanted to say something about seeing her with Reginald, but it was none of my business. But the picture of her and Tommy sprang back into my mind. Bugger, after all these years I still couldn't shake it.
Reginald butted in and asked me if I minded if he carried on dancing. I gave way. I didn't like him. I liked him even less when he leaned in and kissed her on the lips, I think he was trying to stake his claim in front of me. I don't think she returned the kiss, but it was hard to tell. Still none of my business.
I went back to the bar to have the mickey taken out of me for losing the girl. I just smiled at them, I told them I was a one-girl man.
It was heading towards closing time and as we weren't residents, we tried to grab a last pint before the bar shut. That was when I saw Alice and Reginald come to the bar, order some drinks and I heard Reginald say to put them on his room.
We finished our last beers and as we couldn't get any more we were getting ready to leave. Alice looked like she was settled in for the night, she looked around nervously and saw me. The look on my face must have given something away, she whispered to Reginald then got up and walked towards me. I thought she was just going to say goodbye to me, but she leaned into my ear and said. "Carol and I have an open marriage. We try to be discreet; we didn't think any young people would use this hotel, we thought we'd be safe." She still didn't look happy. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and she told me she'd phone me tomorrow.
I was confused, but it's none of my business.
Alice did phone the following day; we didn't talk about what I'd seen or what she did. She told me that Carol will be back from Dorset on Monday evening. She sort of implied that they did things separately. A part of the agreement was not to tell each other about their assignations. She then went on about how her new job was going, she'd been promoted a couple of months ago, which I knew about. She was having problems with some of the people she had to look after, I told her machines are much better to deal with.
I thought that was the end of it. Until Dawn and I were out shopping and we bumped into Carol. I asked her how her week in Dorset went and she replied she'd been to Devon, not Dorset. Bit strange I thought, but I recognised she had a worried look on her face as well. I don't think that the open marriage thing was working very well for them. I hadn't mentioned to Dawn about what I'd seen in the hotel. Whilst we were standing chatting Dawn popped off, she'd just seen the fresh bread come out of the oven by the bakers, and I was going to make chilli con carne tonight. We like fresh warm bread to soak up the juice. I asked Carol, "You look worried, is the open marriage not going well?'' She looked stunned. she grabbed hold of a shelf to hold herself up.
"What open marriage?"