I always wanted a "durham memory" blog. ever since last year about june, when i first got the computer. so i,ll just jot a few down now and again.

I remember the day i started my first job it was a Saturday July 14Th age 15 n 4 mths.
Big Meeting day, busiest day of the year. people were already milling about before 8am.
i thought its an ungodly hour to be in Durham, id never been in this early before
i remember the buses hoofing it down silver street, seeming to miss me by inches.
lovely warm day sunny day. dinner money in bag, clean hankie. stomach in knots.

I wanted to go back home or up south street to the school, gran was in that morning early too, extra work, term ended a week or 2 before, deserted, except for egdar, 2 stans, joe,
i could have sat in corner block with feet up on the desk while she cleaned,
it was all id ever known.,for 13 years.. long time..winter 3 weeks, spring 3 weeks, summer 6 weeks, autumn 3 weeks, all my school holidays, i wanted to live there.
later when the built the new San. that was gonna be my house,
i furnished it out in my head. loved the veranda looking over the rugby field, heaven.

didn't want to work from 8,45am till 5.30pm Monday to Thursday,
Friday, till the ungodly hour of 9pm. Saturdays 6pm.
didn't matter how much they paid me, it could have been hundreds,
money never interested me, i always had enough to get me out at night that was all i needed.
i couldn't imagine how id survive. till home time..


I passed dewhirsts the butchers the shop full of busy, blond lad behind the counter,
i looked away,
thought it'd be better if i appeared uninterested, i was really,
looking back no wonder no one bothered, ice queen, a very fitting name,
i was unapproachable,
lads were too much bother..