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One Man's Madness / Part 08

Born without a clue. A lifetime later, situation largely unchanged. Nevertheless, one perseveres.....

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The official launch took place a week or so later that summer, during our annual mini-fest. The ship was poised on the slope by the hawthorn so it could “glide down the slipway” on to the meadow proper.

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I asked my neighbour Gwen if she would do the honours with a bottle of cider bubbly, which, complete with handbag, she did to perfection.

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At the end of the event, the ship was tucked under the makeshift, still to this day unfinished, arts workshop roof.

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One of the "side show" events that I can remember was a "wrestling match" spontaneously organised by a guy whose name I can't remember. He was a big lad and had got all dressed up like Gorgeous George, complete with flowery ill-fitting leggings. He said he was there to take on all comers, meaning, of course, the kids. However, a couple of alcohol fuelled hombres thought they'd have a go too. One of these, after being thrown on the floor a couple of times, got angry and started using his fists. It turned out this drunk was an East End pal of Big Al's. Fortunately he was mobbed by a bunch of East End women and calmed down.

Big Al later confided to me that, if a proper fight had broken out, he would have had to take the drunk guy's side. "But Al, he was completely in the wrong ," I said. "Yeah," said Al, "I know, but he's from the East End. I would have had to honour the code." I looked up at him. He just shrugged and nodded ruefully. "That's just the way it is," he said. Thank christ, I thought to myself, nothing further had kicked off.

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