I love these stories of your boyhood in Sheffield, unkyUb.........are you sure you're not really Fred Pass..
Oh the stories TD,I could go on forever.Sue has actually told me I should write about my exploits.
The HaircutOne Friday in the Summer holidays I was going to play footy when my mum said,here's 2 bob call and get your haircut while you are out.Now in them days a haircut only meant one thing...short back and sides.
So I thought bugger that I'm only going to have a trim.
On my return in the afternoon as I walked in my mum was on her knee's cleaning (Friday was always
the big cleaning day of the week)
She looked up at me and said,I thought I told you to get your hair cut !!
I've been mam I replied,
With that she sprang to her feet and then proceeded to turn my head around for inspection....
YOU'VE BEEN she shouted at me,yes mam I replied.
She then said well you had better get back and tell 'em to do it properly,I'm not paying 2 bob for that.
There was no refusal to go...unless i wanted to lose my head completely,so I had to go back and say to the barber..me mam says that you have got to take some more off..
And he did...with a passion.
Happy days...