Ah Whitley Bay that brings back memories of my youth
. My mate Scotty always found out places to go on a Saturday night how and from who I dont know .Wall to wall crumpet on bended knees waiting for us at the Rex hotel on the sea front , but the churches rang the bells to warn fathers " lock up your daughters " they are coming . Although Whitley Bay is over 30 mile away on the coast North of Newcastle upon Tyne it was still on our list , looking for girls distance no object . One night as we arrived at this posh looking big hotel we went into the lounge for a drink and a sit down . Picked up my drink ( non alcoholic ) and walked over to find a table . Who should I spot but my dads mate with another woman , Hi Mr H , the look on his face
he wanted the floor to open . Sitting miles away with his spare and I just came and sat at the next table grinning
. My old man said he was at it all the time yet his wife was a pretty woman and his daughter was the best looking girl for miles . Kind of made my night
On another night we pilled out hungry and just around the corner up a small bank is a row of mid Victorian built shops . They looked very high with huge shop fronts I left my mates walking slow so I could be first into the Indian for a hot curry . SPLAT onto the path infront of me was a local falling out of the sky , I ran over to him as he lay on the pavement . "Are you OK ", "Fine " , "What the hell are you doing " , "Jumping out of the upstairs loo window, so I dont have to pay for my meal ". I looked up and it was high very high he should have borrowed a parachute . He staggered up said " climb on the loo seat mate open the window stand on the tank and jump its better than paying for it". He then started to run off up the street limping as he ran . My mates thinking he is mad all of us went to the loo just to look out the window . He should have joined the SAS .
Again I had a rep from their she was not a bad looking woman , but not to good at her job , so I gave her loads of books on certain products to read up on . My wife and I went to her home in Whitley Bay to pick them up . Her husband was professional artist who painted wooden war ships at sea and he was good .But up on the wall was a painting of his wife naked , not the kind of painting you wish to see . She told me she went naked sun bathing on the Northumberland coast did I wish to join her she can't fall pregnant . No thank you was enough. Funny she changed towards me after the no , I had spurned her advances .She left her hubby and lives with a chap over the lakes. People are the same all over every place has its mixture.
[quote=4/4sportsfun]My best work colleague was from Whitely Bay but he was the only one I ever encountered. Sadly we lost him 15 years ago now but he was a real crazyhorse but a damn fine craftsman and I still miss him.
" its a well known song and they breed like mice . 
