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I was in a red phone booth in Rockingham Street looking for coins left behind in the little cups in the phone machine my old man knocked on the glass window of the booth I looked at him standing there his deep set eyes his Errol Flynn moustache I came out of the booth and let the door shut behind me what are you doing in there? he asked looking for coins left behind I said were there any? no none at all he nodded and looked in the booth shame sometimes punters do he said I looked at him he had a hollow look about him sunken cheeks just as well it was me and not your mother who saw you in there he said yes guess so I said well got to go to work he said how about going to see a film this weekend? sure be good I said John Wayne film cowboy film? no war movie Pork Chop Hill I think it's called he said ok be good I said he nodded and left I watched him go and out of sight I opened my hand and looked at the coins I found in the cup of the phone machine I pocketed them and walked to Baldy's shop and bought some bubblegum and a drink of pop and walked back to the flat I ought to have shown my old man the coins but I didn't and that was that.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
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I was in a red phone booth in Rockingham Street looking for coins left behind in the little cups in the phone machine my old man knocked on the glass window of the booth I looked at him standing there his deep set eyes his Errol Flynn moustache I came out of the booth and let the door shut behind me what are you doing in there? he asked looking for coins left behind I said were there any? no none at all he nodded and looked in the booth shame sometimes punters do he said I looked at him he had a hollow look about him sunken cheeks just as well it was me and not your mother who saw you in there he said yes guess so I said well got to go to work he said how about going to see a film this weekend? sure be good I said John Wayne film cowboy film? no war movie Pork Chop Hill I think it's called he said ok be good I said he nodded and left I watched him go and out of sight I opened my hand and looked at the coins I found in the cup of the phone machine I pocketed them and walked to Baldy's shop and bought some bubblegum and a drink of pop and walked back to the flat I ought to have shown my old man the coins but I didn't and that was that.
A BOY AND HIS FATHER AND COINS FROM A PHONE BOOTH IN 1950S LONDON.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
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