Now that I had my scooter, one weekend I thought that I would take a trip to Swindon, So down to Swindon I did go. Mum and dad were pleased to see me. So I hung out there for the weekend. There was an old cow shed about two blocks away from 31, Buckland. It had been turned into the British Legion and we really had a good time there.
There were two buildings the smaller building consisted of a bar and an area to stand around and drink beer and shoot the shit. plus there were about four or five dartboards set up usually with people playing for a pint.
The larger building adjoining the bar was just perfect to have a great night out in. In that building, there was a dance floor surrounded by tables and chairs. Then at the head of this building was a stage where there was a band and usually talent contests So every weekend there, the beer flowed like water. The place was unique a one-off. Years later a modern British legion was built. It did not have half an atmosphere that the Old Cow Shed had. The Cow Shed was a special place a fun place never to be replicated.
One time there they had a Darts Champion there to entertain. He would do all sorts of tricks with his darts. I stood with my face almost against the dartboard. The Darts Champ was half in the bag as everybody was buying him drinks. So, I stood there with a cigarette sticking out of my mouth. then he threw a dart which hit the cigarette. A ballsy stunt. and stupidity on my part.
Maurice Hellewell used to get up and sing there. my early neighbour from the ’60s at Buckland Close. Sometimes they would have a talent competition and Maurice would sing in them too. I don’t remember if he ever won. I personally thought that he was a terrible singer. So, nobody was more surprised than me when I heard that he was in Israel singing there.
Since I had been away from Swindon, a different family had moved in next door to 31 Buckland place. ( The previous occupants were a nice couple Maurice and Maurine Helliwell. ) As just mentioned.
At the time of writing Maurice has just passed away at 82. My sister Pauline just informed me. I feel very sad writing this. I had not seen Maurice in aeons but it gives me a very sad heart. This news makes me want to get this book finished, and I still have a ways to go.
The new family in 33 Buckland were Anglo – Indians. Fred and Marge Lamb and family. Very nice people. they had two daughters living with them Beryl and Fay Lamb. I really liked Beryl she was pretty and built but unfortunately, she was married. I think that she was a nurse at Swindon’s Princess Margaret’s Hospital. Beryl’s husband Alex was also living there. He was out of work at the time
Fay was a younger sister of Beryl and was about 17-18 and was absolutely beautiful with long black fabulous hair, a very pretty girl with a great body. So I tried to hang out with her with the full intentions of fucking her. I knew that she liked me, but there were a few problems.
First of all, her dad Fred did not trust me, ( and rightly so ). Secondly, they got Fay fixed up with a guy who was in the RAF, Tom was his name. He was of Anglo- Indian background, which made him in the Lambs way of thinking a very good candidate to marry Fay.
It was hard to fight that setup. Tom would stay at Fay’s place on weekends and go back to his RAF base on Sunday nights……. But things would change.
“All things come to those who wait.”
Firstly Beryl and Alex moved out of the Lambs. Secondly, Tom would only come and stay with the Lamb family on Thursday Friday and then he would have to go back to his RAF base first thing Friday morning. I was working nights at Dictaphone at the time. I was getting Nooky with Brenda, who lived in Battersea. But their things were getting boring.
I needed a new challenge and Fay was it. Working nights at Dictaphone enabled me to leave for Swindon just after 7.a.m. from London and get to Swindon about 9.30. first thing on Friday morning. Fay was home alone, and in no time flat, I was in her bed with her banging the arse off her, all by about 10 o’clock in the morning or so. Suddenly, Life was great!.
So now I was on a seven days a week shagging schedule. Brenda in the week and Fay on the weekends. Life was fucking great! Literally.
Things could have got pretty serious with Fay, well they did for a little while. She really liked me. I think that she saw me as a bad boy. And maybe she thought that she could tame me.
But I was young and wanted to play the field. ! Read, I wanted to get as many pretty girls under my belt, and under my belly button. as possible.I would of have had no trouble staying the course with Fay, but it was not to be.
There came a point when I thought, I’m having so much fun in Swindon that I decided to move back there to 31 Buckland Close. Fucking would be right next door and life would be great!
So I left Earlsmead Road Kensal Rise for the last time and drove down to Swindon my scooter. So here I was back in Swindon at the age of 21. With my pecker in my hand, ready for action!
Linton and Hurst.
I don’t remember how I got a job. But I did so at Linton and Hurst, in Stratton St. Margaret’s. Linton and Hurst were on the edge of Swindon I was to work on the steel slitting line there. I was to encounter my first presses and dies. I was still a bit shy and naive at this age.
Around 20-21 which would make it around 1960-61. I had found out that I liked to be working around machinery and steel, I was comfortable with that. Working on the Slitting line was fun. My boss was a slim bloke with red hair. We called him Ginger. Most people in England at the time with red hair were called Ginger. He taught me how to run the slitting line equipment and machinery.
Large coils of steel maybe 5-10,000 lbs. in weight were mounted on a big expandable mandrill the coil of steel was unwound and the whole coil was run through a central part of the machine. There it was slit into different widths. Once having gone through the “ Slitter “ it was re-wound on another mandrill but now it was indifferent width of coils.
The coils could be anything from say one inch wide to maybe 4 inches wide. Once the whole coil had been through the slitting machine, the coils were taken away and then stacked.
These thinner coils of steel were then run through dies which had been set up in presses the width of the steel for the job, depended on the die and the job.
Firstly though, I worked on an older slitting machine where coloured sheets of special electrical steel were run through. This was my machine and I did all the setups. After a while, I had the running of this machine “ Down Pat “
Metal sheets had to be pushed through the machine The sheets were around four feet wide and eight feet long and around .025” thick. ( Just under 1/32 “ thick ) and I had to push the sheets thro’ the slitting machine by hand. I liked to work on this machine as it had a lot of fucking around to get it to run properly.
I had to get the machine to cut various widths of steel from the sheet just like the big slitting machine. The sheets of steel would be stacked on the right side of the machine in a bundle that was tilted at a slight angle so that it was easier to get the sheets off one at a time. I would take each sheet and flip it from the bundle down onto a long side stop on the left-hand side of the table then holding the sheet against the stop,
I would push it through the slitter. On the other side of the slitter was a portable table where all the cut up strips of steel that had been cut to width, would be collected. Once the sheets of steel were slit up onto the table it would be wheeled away and the different widths of strips of steel would be stacked on the floor until a press needed them. It sounds complicated but it was not, not to me anyway.
I was maybe in the Slitting department for about a year. When I saw that somebody was being shown around. I didn’t take much notice until the two men came up close to my slitting machine. One of the men was a Foreman named Ron, but the other guy was somebody that I recognized.
I was Mike Davis a guy from North Paddington Secondary School. He was in the same years as I was but in a lower class. I yelled out to him and we shook hands. I was surprised to see anybody that I knew from London. Especially somebody from North Paddington. my old school. Shit, we were 80 miles west of London, and we were almost in the countryside.
So Mike was hired on but for the life of me, I cannot remember into what department. It was probably shipping and receiving. Anyhow Mike settled in in Linton and Hurst, and one lunchtime we sat together up in the lunchroom and Mike told me a bit of what he had been up to and then some. So here are some of his stories from North Paddington.
So Michael and another classmate Tony Harris, because they didn’t give a shit about school at the time. Just for kicks, they put in for most of the curricula that the girls had signed up for. One of the classes was biology. It was a double period at the end of the school day. The regular teacher was off, so a young female substitute teacher was subbed in her place. Mike tells me that the lesson was about reproduction. And the teachers drew a side view picture of a dogs penis on the blackboard, only showing one ball. ( As it was a section through ) Of course, the two 15-year-old boys were all over her . telling her that dogs have two balls
They continued to give her a hard time throughout the rest of the lesson. So when the bell rang for the end of class, and also the end of classes for that day. The teacher said to the whole class that if anybody had any problems they could stay behind after class and she would try to help them. Well
Mike tells me that he and Tony stayed behind d after class and they pulled down the black blinds to the glass windows and door and then locked the door. They then proceeded to both hit on her feeling her up and the like. after a bit, she started to get warmed up, and she was then a willing participant. So they both got to take turns to screw her on one of the Lab tables.
Mike said that she really got into it. she had more experience than they had at the time, two 15-year-olds. Mike said that she went down on both of them and gave them both a blow job. Well, I could hardly believe my ears at what I was being told.
Mike then proceeded to pull another rabbit out of the hat. He then went on to tell me another story. He said that school was off for one day and he was walking in the local park the Paddington Rec. He was smoking and walking and bumped into Miss Longworth the music teacher from our school, who was out for a walk with her little doggy.
Well as they stopped for a chat it started to rain heavily so Miss Longworth said to Mike that she lived nearby on Maida Vale. And that they could get out of the rain. So said Mike, he ran with Miss Longworth back to her place which happened to be in one of the mansions that we delivered newspapers to just behind the Paddington Rec. While he was there she fed him and then he landed up screwing her and at the same time helped her to smoke her cigarettes. These stories are tame by today’s standards, but I had no reason not to believe him.
I can’t remember what happened to Mike I always found him to be a nice fellow.
I knew sooner or later I was going to move. Job wise that is. Well, the chance came, and it came at Linton and Hurst. Somebody put in a good word for me. I don’t know to this day who the fuck it was but I am eternally thankful to this day for the leg up. I was asked if I would like to work in the tool room.
“Would I, do chickens have lips.” I was in like Flint.
* over the years I was eternally grateful to whoever gave me a leg up and got me into the tool room at Linton and Hurst. So to pay my dues. Over the years following my time at Linton and Hurst whenever I could help somebody progress through on their job, I would go bat for them!
The Toolroom foreman at Linton and Hurst was a really nice older portly bloke named Hollingsworth. Once there I knew that this was wanted to do. Tool and die work, I was a natural for it. I loved it at Light Alloys in the tool room and I was going to love it here, at Linton and Hurst.
I was going to learn everything that I could in this department. Tool and Die work was well paying and I wanted to earn a better wage.
[Jumping ahead a few light-years………..Whatever job I ever had over the years I always had good work ethics. I always did my best, And at the end of my career I was at the top of my game and was able to get tool and die employment right up to the time of retiring
……whereas others on losing their jobs at Butler Metals ( Oxford Automotive) when it closed at the end of 2002 were not so lucky. I discovered that I got jobs because I had good work ethics, knew my job and was a reliable worker.)
When I had been at L & H for a short time. It was one Christmas I would guess 1961-62 I went to a Christmas dance at L &H and that is where I met Steve Clarke. She was Dave Smiths, the stepdaughter. (Dave was a slim very likeable bloke who worked in the tool room) and Amy Clarke‘s daughter.
That is where for the first of many times I fell in love. Stephany or Steve as she was called was a very pretty girl with short blond hair. Really fabulous ballerina type arse. And great legs to match. She must have been about five foot three. She wore short fair hair, I can’t recall the colour of her eyes, but they were probably blue.
We had a party at 31 Buckland Close. It could have been my sisters Pauline 16th birthday party in 1963. I invited Dave Amy and Stephanie to it. As usually at the parties at 31 we had the greatest time. With songs like little Eve’s Locomotion, bits and pieces by the Dave Clarke 5 In Dreams, and Blue Angle by Roy Orbison, all of these topped off with fresh
Beatles songs. At these parties virtually everybody was pissed. We always had a lot of fun and never had any trouble whatsoever. These parties were renowned at the British Legion a.k.a. ” The Cow Shed “
People would pay me money to get into the parties, which would mean we could buy more beer to take home from the Legion, And it was only a house party. It would be a mixture of age groups. Young or old we had fun. And of course, the music back then was FAB as they would then say.
After the party was over i was invited back to the Smiths place[Stephanie’s parents seemed to take a great liking to me!] We had about six blocks to walk to the Smiths new house. I could not forget that walk back to the Smith’s place. It must of have been about 4 in the morning
And of all things to happen was a wild fucking snowstorm . A real rarity for us in that part of the world. That night was the the beginning of an affair that was very short lived. It was a disappointment to me when it abruptly ended. i can’t remember exactly how it went down , but it did……………..
Being with Steve was one of the nicest things that had happened to me in my short time on this planet. Going out with Steve lead me to getting my first blow Job. I thought that it was …. Wow! It was on the floor of the living room in 31 Buckland Close.
I guess you never forget your first blow job. Steve told me that a previous boyfriend was too big for her. So to compensate he introduced her to blowjobs, even to the point of her giving him one when they were on the local train and between stations and nobody else was in the carriage with them. So I guess I had to thank him for me getting my first rounds of oral sex. So I should not complain.
One of the hits at that time was “ In Dreams “ By Roy Orbison. [ Which just by coincidence is playing as I type this.} After the affair was done with, I thought about all the girls that I had gone out with and I had dumped them.
I always had this thought at the back of my mind when it came to dumping women. One day Bryan you are going to get your tuppence and sure enough, I did.
But, that was the way of the world, then, and I guess now and for time immemorial. I realized now that I was a real prick to whomever. But that is the way it was and the way it went. But I didn’t care, because there was a lot of young women – girls out there.
They were on the pill which was relatively new on the planet and along with the pill the girls wanted to feel and use their newfound freedom.
When it came to sex the Pill was a big plus for single guys the likes of me. i or none of my male friends ever, to my knowledge ever forced ourselves on any females. Today guys are in the news forcing girls to have sex with them. Today and going back many decades.
As you will read further on, my best friend Eric Heaton. and I found it hard to keep up with the girls of the time that were willing to go to bed with us. Sometimes when we had a night off with no shagging it was actually nice to go to bed early.
When it was all over with Steve and I, and now having had a few blow jobs under my belt, I wanted more blow jobs. Why the hell not?
So now, after the Steve affair not only did I now want fucking but I also wanted blow jobs to go with the fucking.. Which, on reflection made a lot of sense. Like eggs and bacon, black and white, a shag and a blow job to go with it.
Especially now I realized that I had been unknowingly missing out in the blow job department. Obviously, I had to make up for lost time and get as many in as possible. On reflection over the following years, I would say I did that and then some!
I would say that Blow Jobs have been around since the beginning of time. But nobody at the time 1960s ever spoke about them too much. Back then they used to call them Gobbles. But I never took much notice , until it came to my turn to bat! “Dirty Filthy Lucky Bastard”
The next available pretty girl after Steve was old flame next-door neighbour Fay Lamb. Once Stephany was gone and out of my life, I still needed to get laid and also the little extras that went with it. So as soon as Fay and I were back together, right away I introduced her to blow jobs.
Once introduced to them she used to give them to me whenever and where ever I wanted. Usually back to back to back. None stop. It was the way to go. Well, I thought so anyway! She seemed to thoroughly enjoy giving them, and I was not one to stop her enjoyment.
So there it was Bryan and Fay back together again, for a while anyway until the next “Challenge “came along.
Well, the next challenge was Sheila Carpenter who worked in the metallurgist lab at Linton and Hurst., Sheila was a slim attractive girl about five foot five, Very well brought up, polite with good manners. Sheila was a metallurgist at Linton and Hurst and had the job of checking out the metal that came into the plant.
I was always asking her for a date, she always said no. but my persistence paid off and she finally agreed to go out with me. After some time Sheila and I got engaged. I don’t think that her parents were too pleased, but I didn’t care Sheila was a nice girl and well mannered. I liked her but I don’t remember how much I liked her. it is all lost in time.
Sheila lived in Lodgings in Swindon’s Ferndale Road in the week. She would not let me go upstairs to her bedroom as her landlady had her bedroom up there as well, and men were not allowed up there. So sex was kept to the ground floor, on the couch on the floor in the chair.
When I first went out with Sheila, I discovered that Sheila had a twin sister Brenda. Brenda was dating a bloke called Tony. He was an O.K. guy I remember that he drove a Sunbeam Talbot but, Brenda eventually landed up and dating and getting married to Martin Ashby who became the Captain of Swindon and England’s Speedway riding team.
Sheila’s dad Reg owned a fleet of about twenty lorries and three or four-horse boxes. The Carpenter family lived in the tiny village of Crudwell in Wiltshire.. About thirty miles from Swindon. On a Friday evening, I used to go and stay there on the weekends with Sheila. They had a spare bedroom with bunk beds I had the top bunk and Tony had the bottom. Until Brenda ditched him.
Sheila liked sex and loved getting laid, so did I, so I didn’t complain about the lack of a bed at Sheila’s lodgings.
In Crudwell Directly across the road from the house was the village pub. Sometimes Sheila and I would go across there on a Friday or Saturday evening, have a few drinks and then come back to the house. Depending on who was there, if nobody was up and around or the rest of the house was in bed it would be lollipop time ( as she called it ) for Sheila but, only if she asked for one
At this time in our relationship, I had a 250 Ariel Leader. A motorbike. Sheila and I used to commute back and forth to Crudwell on this. But towards the end of our relationship, I had bought an Austin mini. A Green one. JNX073. We called it Jinks’ y.
.Some Saturdays I would go to the Horse races with Sheila’s dad Reg, Reg would invite me to go along with him to the racecourses. I remember Cheltenham being one of them. Cheltenham Racecourse was in Prestbury Park near Cheltenham Gloucestershire. We would take a horsebox and pick up the horses on the way to the racecourse. I don’t remember any of the horses that we took to the races ever winning.
On a Saturday evening if Sheila and I had nothing better to do we would go with Brenda and Tony in his Sunbeam-Talbot to the Swindon Speedway. It was pretty exciting watching six guys racing around a quarter mile cinder track at 80 miles an hour, on motorbikes that had no brakes.
If we went to Swindon Speedway we would have something to eat and have a few pints of beer. Come half time I would go to the gents to urinate. Well, one particular evening I went over to the Gents which was outside and not in the stands.
I walked into the Gents from the end of the building. It was more like a shack than a solid building. Ongoing in It was absolutely pitch black. there was a dim light coming in through the doorway. So, I didn’t want to get too close to the wall for fear of the splashback on my clothes. So once I mentally figured out where the wall was. I unzipped my fly and started to wiz up against the urinal wall.
After a few minutes of pissing, right out in front of me a man turned away and made his way to the exit.
I thought right away, Fucking Hell I’ve been pissing up the back of that guy who was obviously in front of me. So I quickly cut off my whizzing putting my pecker away and got the hell out of there as fast as I could. I went out the other end on the gents. I never told anybody what had happened. I didn’t want some big fucker coming up to me from nowhere and sucker-punching me.
A young couple came down to Swindon from Harrow, London. Both started work at Linton and Hurst. They were Christine and Dave Reynolds. She was a very pretty girl with short blond hair. Christine had a great body and had big knockers to go with it. Christine worked on the assembly line, while Dave was a die setter on the presses. As I got to know them they started to invite me inviting me over to their flat for a visit.
So one evening after they had been at L& H for a while I went around to their flat to see them. Christine let me in. I went into the kitchen and she made me a cup of tea. We chatted away for a while, and when Dave didn’t put in an appearance I said
“ Christine where’s Dave .( Up until that moment I thought that he was in the bathroom.)
“He’s at work he won’t be home for at least a couple of hours he’s doing overtime,” .
So I said “Oh, I thought that he was having a shower or something! “
I was sitting on a kitchen stool with my back to the kitchen countertop.
She comes up real close and starts to stick out those knockers. Pushing herself between my thighs Wow! The next thing I know I’m feeling those beauties up, her blouse came undone like magic and the bra was off. Wow!
We progressed from the kitchen to the bedroom, clothes of and we were soon going at it. Wow! You could tell that she was no beginner I didn’t give a shit, I was! And I needed all the practice that I could get. ! I had the feeling that Christine did this on a regular basis. ….
This turned out to be true, and not too far into the future. I never went back to the flat, as I got to know Dave better at work and I didn’t think that it was right to be friends with a bloke and fuck his wife at the same time. Especially as I was seeing Sheila Carpenter at this time, and was in fact engaged to her, and had been for about a year.
Shortly after the evening that I had with Christine. Dave found out that Christine was fucking the manager of the Singer Sowing machine shop in downtown Regent Street Swindon.
So, evidently, Dave and Christine sorted out the problem and decided to leave Swindon and start life afresh.
A friend of Dave’s had offered him a job as a carpenter, framing houses in Cornwall, which was over 200 miles west of Swindon. Dave accepted the job offer I guess Dave thought the further away from Swindon the better.
So Dave and Christine left Swindon and went down to Cornwall by train. They stayed at Dave’s friend’s place and the next morning after arriving in Cornwall Dave goes off to work framing houses with his buddy.
Once Dave was safely out of sight Christine hops back on the train to Swindon, so she could be near her boyfriend in the Singer Machine shop. On finding that Christine had gone back to Swindon Dave gets a train back to. And returns to his old job as a die setter at Linton and Hurst.
But for me, all good things come to an end. After I had been in the toolroom at Linton and Hurst for a year to 18 months my employment came to an end. Along with a group of toolmakers I was let go, made redundant.” Redundant “was the word of the day in those times. And there was a lot of people let go at Linton and Hurst. Some had come down with the company from Harrow London, to Swindon. It would be true to say that I was more than a little upset to be let go. But, it was what it was!
Sheila was let go also. she went and got a job at the local telephone exchange as a telephone operator.
Around 1962 after being let go from Linton and Hurst, Pressed Steel Fisher a huge plant in Swindon was advertising. which was fortunate for me. It was the Plant to be working at if you could get in. At the time it paid 22 pounds a week. That was for the day Shift.If you worked the afternoon shift. you were paid time and a quarter. If you had too work nights, you would be paid time and a third.
I went to Pressed Steel and filled out an application. And much to my surprise, I was called in for an interview. I went to the tool room and had an interview with one of the tool room foreman Jack Viner. Jack took me and showed me around the tool room. While Jack was showing me around a guy that I knew through my sister Pauline Eric Heaton came over to Viner and myself. Eric was on an Apprenticeship at Pressed Steel. After I left the interview Eric spoke up for me to Viner, and I was hired on!
That was the beginning of a great friendship. Once at Pressed Steel Eric and i chummed around together. Pressed Steel made car bodies for the British Motor Corp. and also Vauxhall Motors. that in itself I believe was General Motors. I have got this to say about my interview. I was scared shitless over the size of the dies and I wondered if I could handle the job. But I did.
One door closes and another door opens.
Shortly after Dave was back from his ill-fated trip Cornwall, he told me that he had found a place to live and that he wanted to find someone to share it with him. He then went on to say. ”
” Would I be interested? ”
“I said Sure, why not!”
The Flat was on Bath Road in Old Town Swindon, and just down the road from the flat was Princess Margaret Hospital.
We decided to move into the flat on a Friday night. At this point, I think that I was working at Pressed Steel Fisher. I moved in that Friday night I took my stuff from 31 Buckland Close to the second floor flat.
With regarding Shiela on this particular weekend. I told her that I wouldn’t be going to Crudwell as I had all my stuff to move into the flat. She was good with that. But.no sooner had I got to the flat with my stuff I unloaded it in no time flat. Eric turned up and gave me a hand, we put my stuff in my bedroom then I made up my bed. after changing my clothes. We were ready to rock and roll.
We probably left the Mini at the flat and Eric and I walk the block or so to Old Town. In Old Town, there is a whole slew of pubs there. One that was a particular favourite of ours was The Plough which was situated in a backstreet in Old Town. It was a great place to hang out with lots of birds., but fuck I was engaged to Sheila.
But this weekend I tried to forget Sheila and have a good time. Eric and I proceeded from the Plough on an old fashioned pub crawl in Old Town until finally, we landed up at the Locarno ballroom, and from there I picked up a girl named Carol. Quite a successful night for someone who had been tied down with a girlfriend, fiancee for more than a year.
It was one evening a few days later, about Wednesday. I took Carol back to the flat. Where there was no messing about, we tried to fuck each others brains out. But now, this is where it starts to get interesting. Dave who had no idea that I was home in the flat, brought his new girlfriend, Marge back to the flat.
I don’t remember where he met her but he did. So on getting to the flat, they sat down on the living room couch. As I said Said he had no idea that I was in the flat with Carol. At nine-thirty the doorbell rings and Dave goes down to see who it was. So low and behold Sheila was standing there. so she says to Dave.
“Hello, Dave is Bryan in?”
So Dave says, “No Sheila he’s not here,” so Sheila says.
“Well his car is here”
So Dave says ” Well I don’t know where he is Sheila!”
So Sheila says” O.K. thanks Dave ‘ and leaves.
Dave goes back upstairs.
An hour later the doorbell rings again and Dave goes down again. he opens the door and it’s Sheila standing there once again.
Sheila says” Hello Dave is Bryan In Yet? ”
David say’s ” No not yet Sheila, look why don’t you come up and wait for him, he can’t belong it’s ten-thirty he should be back soon.”
So Sheila goes upstairs with Dave into the sitting room.
Just after Sheila arrives I come out of my bedroom with Carol and walk into the living room. There is Dave and Marge sitting down with Sheila standing beside them. There is a fleeting moment of silence. I ushered Carol through the flat front door and down the stairs, so Carol says
“Bryan, what’s going on there?”
I said, “How the fuck should I know, it looks like Dave has women problems.” With that, I Loaded her into the mini and took her home.
So that was the end of that little romance with Sheila and Bryan. And I never dated Carole again.
To be completely honest I tried to rectify myself with Sheila. she was a really nice girl and I had really Fucked myself.
Eric said to me “Bryan don’t worry about it, there are a lot more bird’s out there for the fucking.” So having totally screwed myself with Sheila I was at Least free to hit on any birds that were out there, for the asking.
And from Eric’s point of view, Eric wanted a partner a team player too ” Tap up birds”. Someone who had the same mindset as himself. and the same goals. And of course, that’s where I came in!
Once I was working at Pressed Steel and settled in. Eric Heaton and I started up a great relationship. We became a Tag Team ready to hunt down women. we’d take them back to Dave and mines flat. and bang them.
It was no exaggeration to say that we would have virtually a different girl every night. yes, we were a great tag team. The name and faces are long forgotten a distant memory. At that time in Swindon, there were lots of young fucker – able girls once they knew that I had my own Flat with no parental controls they would come over. and it would not be too long before they were in bed with their knickers removed.
Sometimes there would be a spare chick and that would mean three in a bed. Eric and I didn’t give a shit, the more the merrier. Dave was a good sport when it came to Eric using the flat usually he was in bed when we came back with any birds. Eric would usually grab the living room couch If he was the only one who had scored I let him use my bedroom. and I would sleep on the couch, till he took the girl home.
In Swindon especially in Old Town Swindon, there were many places to pick up women. We usually spent most of our evenings in Old Town, where the pubs were a place to score. There were many reasons for this. There were 8-10 pubs within a block of one another. We would usually start off in the home pub. The Plough and go from there.
Eric and I were not like the ” normal ” blokes”. the normal bloke would be looking for just a hit and be satisfied with that. We liked to think that we were different. On a Saturday night, we would be looking to get dates for the whole week. The game plan was to first get a date for Thursday night. once we had that set up we would look for something for Wednesday, then Tuesday than Monday. Usually the last thing at the Locarno on a Saturday night, we would be looking for something to take home.
I must admit that this worked out quite well in our favour. by having so many dates were knew that we would get laid. sometimes we had a back up of birds I think that I mentioned already that some Sunday mornings I would take girls that we had been shagging all night, down the back garden to the garage, meanwhile Eric was at the front door ushering the new targets in.
Dave Reynolds continues to work at Linton and Hurst and I continued to work at Pressed Steel. Sometimes Dave would hang out with Eric and I but not very often. Dave was more of a lone wolf a very nice quiet type of guy. Some weekend he would take the train up to London to see his mum. And Eric would take his place at the flat. Then it was party time.
I can’t remember how long Dave and I were at the flat on Bath road I would say a year or eighteen months or so maybe a bit longer.
When one night I had been out with Eric and I got home back at the Flat. I was in the kitchen when I heard this groaning noise coming from Dave’s bedroom. I went into his room, it was in pitch darkness I put on the light there was Dave in bed looking awful. He was a grey-green colour.
I said Dave What’s wrong Mate? He said I don’t know I feel fucking awful. I feel as sick as a dog! and it,s freezing in here.
I wasted no time and hauled him out of bed. He was in bed with all his clothes on. That’s how cold he was!
I told Dave that I was taking him to the hospital.So I struggled with him down the stairs and outside into the mini. It was about a mile down the road to Princess Margaret’s Hospital . I took him into the Emergency room. And they took over from me. Well, it turns out that he had a bad case of Pneumonia.
Dave was kept in hospital for three or four days. When he was better I went down and brought him back to the flat.
Dave was in bed for a few more days then he said that he was going back to London to live with his mum, permanently.
Just a note, going back to the parties at 31 Buckland Close. They usually ended up with a game of cards and everybody drinking my mum’s homemade wine.I refused to drink that shit. It made you really pissed and gave you a real bad hangover.
Usually, somebody would pull back the Blinds besides the table and they would say
“ Holy Fuck It’s fucking daylight!”. Zoom! everybody would take off.
Yes those years, were the best of times.
Mum made wine from almost anything that you could think of. Tea wine, dandelion wine, rice wine , rhubarb wine, potato wine the list was frigging endless. Whatever mum made it was usually potent. if I told her that I had a hangover from drinking her wine, she would get a big kick out of it and laugh like hell.
After a few hangovers from her wines, I learnt to not drink it and I tried to stay away from homemade wines, period.
Willie an Irishman who lived at the bottom end of town near the Locomotion pub. Well, Willie had Eric and me over to his place and while we were there we drunk some of his carrot wine. Well, when I got home I had to lay on the bed with the room spinning around. I couldn’t move. I didn’t start feeling better until I made it to the bathroom and threw up. When down the road Willie wanted Eric and I to go over to his place to tryout some more carrot wine.
I said to him
. ” Fuck you Willie !”
Well, he roared with laughter when I told him what happened to me after the last time we drunk carrot wine at his place. But he still tried to get us to drink it again.
He said .
” Come on boys it won’t hurt you It’s as slick as weasel shit.”
So I said to him . Willie, i don’t drink my mother’s wines anymore and I’m not drinking yours anymore either!
Willie was the funniest greatest guy you could ever wish to meet. He had a beat-up Morris one thousand car. that thing could barely make it around town. More than once we had to push the fucking thing to get it going that was not easy to do when you are half in the bag.
So, once I was settled in at Pressed Steel Eric and I started to hang out together. I was not seeing Sheila anymore, so we would divide our time between old town and the Railway hotel at the bottom end of town.
Some times we would hang out at one of Erics favourite pubs the Railway Hotel. Which was at the bottom end of Swindon. Other times up in is where I met one of Eric’s drinking buddies, An Irish man named Willie. Willie was about 30 medium height dark wavy hair and a ruddy red face. The only way that I could describe his eyes was Willie was one of the most funniest fuckers around . He had happy eyes and he was nothing but pure fun to be with.
We also hung around, up in old town, usually in the Cross keys The Bell or the Plough.
After I was at pressed Steel for awhile I while I realized that the auto industry was where I wanted to be working. I wanted to be working on building and repairing automotive dies. I realized that i had a knack for it. and it paid well.
And this is what I worked on mainly my working life. I was where the money was. I didn’t mind going to work as I had developed a feel for the Auto industry.
I took some time of to work in the aircraft Industry , at De Havilland Aircraft. And a couple of smaller places. But I was mainly in the auto industry.
Bath Road three-story Victorian houses. These are identical to the one that Dave and I rented, except we had an end unit. this enabled me to park the Mini up the side of the house.
The was quite a number of young girls working there . I can’t remember if Dave was still hanging out with Marge or she had gone the way of the Do-Do. Dave was a bit older than me and he did not seem to want to chase women like Eric and i . I think that at the time he was shell shocked by what went on with Christine. But he liked to have fun so he was a great guy to hang out with.
Dave and I would shop for groceries once week two blocks up the road in Old Town. The young girls in the store were a fun lot I tried to date them, I kinda half succeeded with one. But Dave would try to hit on the girls mainly for fun. But, sometimes we would come up trumps and get a date. They were very wary of me more so than Dave and rightly so. One girl that I managed to go out with was a girl names Barbara. She was a pretty, slim looking girl very pleasant with long dark hair. She was very nervous around me. We would occasionally go to the movies but she would not go back to the flat. No way no matter what. But I didn’t mind I just liked her company. And she was always good for an occasional free meal in the week. Coincidentally one of the songs of the day was Barbara Ann by the Beach boys.
So post Sheila, when Eric and I hit on birds we only picked on ones that were pretty and or ones that had great bodies. In other words we only picked the cream of the crop. And for sure we never went out with overweight or ugly ones. If we could we liked to pick them up in pairs . So that the four of us had the same agenda.
The birds that we stayed away from were the pairs of girls where one was pretty and the other one was overweight and or to our way of thinking, ugly. I guess at the time we were very shallow. Very Shallow, indeed! But that’s how it was at the time.
So, when one of us got the pretty one the other one had the overweight one, no, that did not work for use . We wanted it so that we both had good lookers. So we looked for “ Good Looking pairs ‘!
The key thing here is this, and it was a very important factor. Blokes at that time lived at home until they got married, then they would move out from their parent’s place
So having a place of your own without parents was heaven..
In the early days of Eric Heaton and I hanging out together. Eric would come back to the Flat that I shared with Dave, with his prize and usually Dave was in bed already.
So other than that, Eric would take the girl back to his parent’s place. Where there was a will there was a way. Eventually, things got smoothed out when Dave eventual went back to London and Eric and I found another flat. But that is down the road.
Eric and I were a great tag team when it came to “Tapping up Birds “. The world was our oyster, and the pearl in our oyster was “ The Pill “. It would seem that girls were discovering it more and more day by day. It made for easy pickings for Eric and I.
After a while, we got the women situation down to a fine art. If we hadn’t picked anything up at any of our local haunts we would head to Wroughton. Where the two dreaded ‘ D’s “ were waiting. Pauline for me and Denise for Eric. Denise. they were our back up bunk ups.
We would cruise Mc Kilroy’s on Mondays and the Lucarno on Saturday nights hitting on birds. It was “ Pussy Galore “ and Eric and I loved it . We were never short of a “ Leg Over “ . Because if we came up short on a Monday or Saturday the was always the ……. “Wroughton Connection “
The Wroughton Connection was Pauline, alias” Doglegs” and Denise. We called them“The two dreaded-D’s “. Doglegs and Disease They were always good for and up fora good fucking . Eric usually bedded Denise and I would bang Pauline. Make no mistake they were “ Back up Bunk ups” they both knew it , but they didn’t care or give a shit. As long as they were with Eric and I.
Wroughton is a small village on the edge of Swindon. The two “ D’s “ were always to be found in the Plough pub in old town Swindon. They liked also to go to the Moonrakers pub at the other end of Swindon . The beer there was shitty, Arkle’s we hated it but it was what it was. It was a good night out.
There were also two or three more girls in Wroughton that Eric and I banged. There was a particular big titted Italian looking local girl that Eric screwed a lot and there was also a tall girl with big knockers that I took on at a pinch. For the life of me I can’t remember her name. The girls would get mad if they found out we had fucked one of the others. But we didn’t give a shit. And they knew it . So they didn’t complain too much because if they did knew that we just didn’t care. … So, life was pretty good at the time, in the shagging department.
Eric had his own problems. He lived in a more affluent part of Swindon in the Windsor Road area. like I think that I said earlier, with his parents. Alf and Mrs. Heaton. I used to get a kick out of Eric calling his dad Alf. I could never imaging calling my dad George, it was never on and was never thought of . Besides being extremely impolite.
Eric had his girlfriend that he had been dating for I don’t know how long, Kate. She was from a well off family she was also from the Windsor road area . Kate had a nice body and was very attractive. Well, I thought so anyway. On reflection she could possibly been a bit of a nag. Eric had been banging her over the past few years, but he wanted to unload her, Kate was shackles around his legs , he wanted to free himself up so that he could fuck whoever whenever. I don’t know how he got rid of her , I wasn’t there but he did. But on occasions she would turn up again, like a bad smell. But eventually she did finally fad of into the sunset.
Eric had realized that the time to free himself up was now . He had a shagging partner and we were both up for it! literately.
After a while Dave and I got settled down in Bath Road things ran smoothly for him and I . He was no trouble a pretty quiet fellow. It was for me, a good base of operations.
Eric and I got the women situation down to a fine art. If we hadn’t picked anything up at any of our local haunts we would head to Wroughton. Where the two dreaded ‘ D’s “ were waiting. Pauline for me and Denise for Eric.
Denise was a short blond girl with big knockers and Pauline , who was taller with dark haired with a fringe. They were both always up for a good “ Bunk Up “ Can’t remember where we met them, something tells me it was probably the Moonrakers pub on the edge of Swindon. But we used to have them over at Bath Road when Dave was up in London for the weekend.
Dave would take off to London for a long week end. And then it was pussy galore for Eric and I, we would invite the girls from Wroughton over. We never worried about the other people living in the house on Bath road. And they never complained about any noise. I’m sure at times we were really noisy.
I often wanted to screw the slightly older woman on the third floor . But Eric said that she was too old for me. Probably he was right. But we were never short of pussy. and to be honest at times it was great if we didn’t have anything to screw . So we could have an early night and try to then get to work early in the morning. Jack Viner our foreman in the Pressed Steel tool room used to pull out his hair when he saw us come in late nearly every morning. Luckily for Eric and I Viner like both of us and once we got to work we were two of his better workers.
One Christmas Eric and I threw a mini party in the flat on Bath Road. Dave had taken off to London for the Christmas holidays. So we were there with four girls from Wroughton. Eric got really fucking loaded and threw up in the shared bathroom along the hall from the flat.
Pauline, did not bat an eyelid. She was great she cleaned it up.
I would like to point out here that we only drank beer and the like. No drugs at any time. That goes for anybody that we hung out with. That’s the way our crowd was. Drugs were never on the horizon. Never ever considered.
Pauline was a nice girl not pretty but attractive. Sex with her was great. There we were , Eric and I and four girls from Wroughton. Eric was banging Denise who had big ones and the Italian looking girl also with big tits. And I was banging Pauline a.k.a. dog legs and the other big titted taller girl from Wroughton. We all got pretty well smashed and had the time of our lives.
The Beatles first L.P. got pretty well played a lot. It could of have not been better. Eric had the two birds sleeping with him . And I had Pauline and the tall girl in my bed. I don’t think that Pauline liked me shagging her tall Wroughton friend, but she knew that if she went along with it she would get all the shagging that she wanted down the road. Anyhow she had to go along with it because Eric was fucking the other two. It was a pretty wild three or four days.
There was another girl that I got to shag on a regular basis, her name was Gaie. She lived in Highworth about twelve miles or so from Swindon. She loved to go dancing in Swindon at Macleroy’s on a Monday evening It was always a great night. With live shows from the likes of” The Stones”, “Gerry and the Pacemakers” and “The Beatles.” The Small Faces.” Etc.;
But, because the dance finished so late she had no way of getting home because all the buses to Highworth from Swindon, stopped running around nine o’clock.
So the deal that she and I worked out was this.
She would dance all night and have fun with her friends and I would go around with Eric looking for fresh targets. Then when the dance was over, I would take her back to Bath road, for an hour or two of good old fashioned fucking. Gale was around 18 as were most of the girls that we associated with.
She was a very pretty blond girl about five foot five and had a great body and nice big tits. I was always up (so to speak) for fucking her on a Monday evening. It made for a really late night. But I got her home safe and in return I got laid.
Here’s a thought ,maybe she liked getting it regularly on a Monday evening You know what , I never thought to ask her!
Eventually Gale landed up going out with Eric and he was shagging her for some time.
I can’t remember how long Dave and I were at the flat on Bath road I would say a year or eighteen months or or so.
When one night I had been out with Eric and I got home back at the Flat. I was in the kitchen , when I heard this groaning noise coming from Dave’s bedroom. I went in to his room ,it was in pitch darkness I put on the light there was Dave in bed looking awful. He was a grey green colour.
I said Dave What’s wrong Mate? He said I don’t know I feel fucking awful. I feel as sick as a dog!
I wasted no time and hauled him out of bed. He was in bed with all his clothes on. That’s how cold he was!
I told Dave that I was taking him to the hospital .So I struggled with him down the stairs and outside into the mini. I gunned the mini down the road to Princess Margaret Hospital which was about a mile down the road.
I took him into the Emergency room. And they took over from me. Well , it turns out that he had a bad case of Pneumonia.
Dave was kept in hospital for a few days. When he was better I went down and brought him back to the flat.
Dave was in bed for a few more days then he said that he was going back to London to live with his mum, permanently.