So it's the 28th anniversary of mam standing naked on top of the stairs doing that number 7 figure women do to cover their tits and bits. She said “she's dead”. I had no idea how hat she was on about as I'd been getting wrecked at my mate's. 28 years since mam stole half my chow mein and chips.
Are you not a day early re your mam scarring you for life?
It was a Saturday into Sunday.
It was Sunday. Crash occurred after midnight. Death announced early Sunday morning. Also informed by my mam, thankfully by phone rather than a naked vision!
Still pissed off about the Chinese tbh. I had the munchies something bad. It's even worse than the time she washed a pair of red undies with my England Italia 90 top. It was an embroidered badge full replica.
I was naked on the front room floor when I heard. We'd been doing amphetamines and sex things.
Stella and squidgy black for me that night.
I was fast asleep because I was going to do an overtime shift at the factory* the following morning. I'm so boring. *Summer job assembling ducting.
We'd played Southampton on the Saturday (same date,.30/8) and having had the 200 mile round trip was slightly grumpy and tired when I came downstairs at 9.30 and mama broke the news to me. "Good", I said.
Oh yes. I’d been out on the sauce with some old schoolfriends and watched the news coverage while I ate a few cheese toasties. My sister woke me up horribly early Sunday morn to tell me. I said “I know - saw it on the news last night” and she was genuinely furious I hadn’t woken her up to tell her.
Time flies