A random memory from nearly thirty years ago for you today...
Towards the end of my first (and as it turned out my last) year at college I took the Metro to Whitley Bay along with a very attractive young lady, whose boyfriend I would loved to have been... but alas she already had one. For the purposes of the blog, I’ll call her Debra... which was actually her real name... drat... should perhaps have given that a little more thought.
Anyway, for whatever reason, once we arrived at the coast, we got into an argument. I stormed off one way, she stormed off the other... but, as I always do when I’m right, I decide to apologise for being in the wrong. However, when I turned around, Debra had disappeared... disappeared from view, obviously not literally... although that would have been a bloody good story...
Well I searched everywhere... but there was no sign. I reached for my mobile... ah shit, it’s 1983...
By now it was getting late and dark, so I returned to the station to catch the last Metro back to Four Lane Ends... so named because...
Whitley Bay has a Victorian station, quite picturesque... unless you’re stood on the platform all on your own. Suddenly, the eerie silence was shattered by the screech of brakes and a car appeared on the opposite platform. Three men wearing balaclavas jumped out, attacked the ticket machines with crow bars, took the money and with another screech, they were gone.
You would have been really impressed at my bravery in such a scary situation... the pillars in the station might have been thin, but the 18 year old me was thin too and I stood right behind one, hoping against hope that my bowels wouldn’t give me away...
Fortunately, they didn’t appear on my side of the station, my train arrived a minute or so later and I shambled into the carriage, a nervous wreck. I had all but forgotten about the row earlier in the evening, but as it turned out, Debra was waiting on the platform at Four Lane Ends... I was relieved she was okay, but as far as a long-lasting friendship was concerned... yes that’s right... dumped again!
All my own work... almost.