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?"