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Evening Post 3rd January 1969 |
At the Shell petrol station on
the corner of Charing Road and Goudhurst Road, in Twydall, I claimed
a free ticket for a promotional evening at Chatham’s Central Hall,
for a special screening of Manchester United’s European Cup win the
previous year. Local celebrities, including Gillingham’s Carl
Gilbert and Kent cricketer Alan Knott got the evening off to a good
start when they appeared on stage to kick plastic footballs into the
audience. Gilbert, always the entertainer, stole the show with a
fresh air kick that drew great laughter from the audience. When the
screening got underway I was surprised at the level of support for
United. The audience cheered as the goals went in and there was loud
applause when the show came to an end with United running round
Wembley with the cup.
The
language of the playground…
‘Give
us a sweet.’
‘I
ain’t got any.’
‘Aww
c’mon, don’t be Jewish.’
‘Tough
cheddar, I’ve got none left.’
‘You
lying Arab! Come here, let’s have a look.’
‘Argh!
Get off me, you brown!’
I
discovered a new way of wasting money when I bought a Top of the Pops LP at
Twydall Woolworths and took it home to my groovy pad, as suggested by the blurb on
the back of the sleeve. I liked The Good the Bad and the Ugly and I liked Lily
the Pink. Son of a Preacher Man was alright and so was Ob-La-di-Ob-la-da. I
didn’t mind Something’s Happening, Albatross or Atlantis, but I didn’t buy the
LP to hear any of those songs. I bought it so I could listen carefully to Ain’t
Got No I got Life, to see if they really did sing ‘I’ve got tits,’ like Martin
Waterman said.
I
listened to that track over and over, straining my ears, yet I never heard one
mention of tits. And I didn’t even like the bloody song. What a waste of money.
At least I had some fun when I upped the speed to 78rpm and heard what sounded
like Pinky and Perky’s version of those songs.
At
the end of January I turned fourteen.
Next
day the Beatle’s appeared on the news, performing on top of the Apple building
in London. They must have been freezing.
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