1965, the year that changed my life
My class photograph
1. We were now going regularly to the Full Gospel Church in Fleetwood, but a number of times we travelled to Manchester to go to Sharon. We may have joked that we wanted to pick up something we left behind last time. There may have been a visit (or even two) in the seven Sundays between the “Abortive Camping Expedition” and the events which I am about to describe.
Saturday 15th May 1965
3. I think they visited my house on the Saturday; did they stay for tea? As I have already mentioned, Peter and I fancied Pamela, and Chris Hazel. But our Steve failed to be impressed with what were to me Pamela’s irresistible charms. He later commented, to my chagrin, that he thought she looked like a horse: Pam had fairly prominent teeth that showed her gums when she smiled. In characteristic wit, he also referred to the name Pamela as “Camel arse”.
4. I believe that we took them to meet Trevor on the Saturday afternoon. Trevor was still living at that time at the bungalow in Laurel Drive, Thornton, not far from my house. It seems typical of Trevor during this period that he was always “w’kin’”, that is, doing his school homework. (Trevor originally came from Bolton, and would shorten the vowel in words such as “work” and “church” to “w’k” and “ch’ch”.) Because he was “w’kin’”, he just came outside to see us briefly; we weren’t invited in. We were aware that that would be the situation at Trevor’s, but we were keen to show the girls off to him; their Dad was to us tantamount to a television star, and here we were even going around with his daughters! I doubt whether Trevor was very much more impressed than our Steve was.
5. In the evening we took them into Blackpool to have a look around; we took them on the Golden Mile where all the amusement arcades were.
Chris and I probably lit up cigarettes, though I think Peter had given up smoking by this time. They weren’t at all interested in gambling machines, and wandering round the arcades and bingo places and stalls selling “Kiss me quick” hats didn’t excite them overmuch, so to try to add a little spice to the proceedings, we decided that a spoof phone call to Jones might be a good idea.
So we found a phone box, and Pamela was the one who spoke to him.
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