There isn’t many things I can remember from being a baby. Lets just say its pretty much hard, doing it whilst I was still stuck in that bloody womb. The blissful year was in 1974. The year where one, of my parents had dreaded, the absolute dismal torment of motherhood! My maggie would have been looked upon as wanton hussy, just because she had fallen victim to a teenage pregnancy at the tender age of sixteen or so we believe!
Many had believed and said that my maggie had, had a seriously bad reputation to say the least, at a young age my maggie had ran away from a children’s home because of a lack of tolerance towards her own mother! As she was put into a children’s home. As always the teenage strops, mood swings bouts of pms rolled into one dodgy ticking time bomb had finally took its toll within the family boundaries. I supposed they got tired living in those trenches.
As you can imagine my maggie got carried away from her family home by those lovely people from the social services, being made to look like as she is in some way had gone completely insane. Well if like the sound of that, you will love my upbringing! It wasn’t too long after that episode, my maggie had finally met my dad!
On one dark October night when my maggie and her new friends she made in the children’s home, decided to out to the goose fair a very popular place to go out in Nottingham as a teenager back then. Maggie had decided she wanted to go on the waltzer, there she was met eyes gazing, smiling horrenderously at her then to be future husband (they never knew they would’ve married each other at the time, they had only just met - ouch).
My dad a tough wanna be gangster type of hero (I suppose he would’ve done anything to have impressed the ladies. Well he is a tart!) traditional type that believes in macho bollocks! And being a sex crazed lunatic, lets just say it was love at first sight! As these tearaways got chatting they finally ended up together ending their night with a passionate romp on the waltzer. Three months later my maggie had fallen pregnant the naughty girl, tut-tut. It isn’t easy living inside a dodgy ticking time bomb I can tell ya! Through the experience I have come away with an illness called obsessive compulsive disorder. I will admit life is great! What can I say…… thanks? I guess.
