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Why do you wear your guns back to front in the holsters? Helen asked me as we walked the bomb site by Meadow Row I saw this cowboy in a film at the cinema have his like this and you cross your hands over and get your guns isn't it slower that way? she asked no it's speed that matters not how you wear your guns I said I showed her how quick I was and she stood bemused clutching her doll Battered Betty tightly to her chest haven't you got caps in your guns to make them sound real? she asked no I ran out and anyway I can make the sound myself by going BANG BANG she jumped away holding Battered Betty to her chest you could have told me you were going to make that loud banging noise Betty got frightened I looked at her tightly woven plaits of hair and thick lens glasses and her small hands holding the doll sorry Betty I said patting the doll's head I put the guns away and we walked to the New Kent Road and along under the railway bridge and by the Trocadero cinema gazing at the billboards and small pictures of films being shown you can come with me here on Saturday I said they've got a good cowboy film showing haven't any money for the cinema Mum said she can't afford it Helen said my old man'll cough up some money if I ask I said she looked at me Mum'll let me go if you ask her Helen said ok let's go ask her now I said so we walked to Helen's house and I told her about how I practised drawing my guns everyday she looked at Betty but whether she was listening to me or not I couldn't say.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC
HELEN AND THE GUNS.
Why do you wear your guns back to front in the holsters? Helen asked me as we walked the bomb site by Meadow Row I saw this cowboy in a film at the cinema have his like this and you cross your hands over and get your guns isn't it slower that way? she asked no it's speed that matters not how you wear your guns I said I showed her how quick I was and she stood bemused clutching her doll Battered Betty tightly to her chest haven't you got caps in your guns to make them sound real? she asked no I ran out and anyway I can make the sound myself by going BANG BANG she jumped away holding Battered Betty to her chest you could have told me you were going to make that loud banging noise Betty got frightened I looked at her tightly woven plaits of hair and thick lens glasses and her small hands holding the doll sorry Betty I said patting the doll's head I put the guns away and we walked to the New Kent Road and along under the railway bridge and by the Trocadero cinema gazing at the billboards and small pictures of films being shown you can come with me here on Saturday I said they've got a good cowboy film showing haven't any money for the cinema Mum said she can't afford it Helen said my old man'll cough up some money if I ask I said she looked at me Mum'll let me go if you ask her Helen said ok let's go ask her now I said so we walked to Helen's house and I told her about how I practised drawing my guns everyday she looked at Betty but whether she was listening to me or not I couldn't say.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
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terry-collett
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC
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