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I was on the bomb site off Arch Street collecting pieces of wood and newspaper ******* in a ball- and small pieces of coal liberated from the coal wharf near by plus a few Swan Vestas borrowed from my old man's box at home I lit a fire near the railway arch and Ingrid said are you allowed to do that? not that I know I said what if a policeman comes? she asked I'll just say it was alight when I came and I was keeping warm I replied but that's lying she said stretching the truth a little I said she frowned at me her bruised eye was on the mend and was just a slight memory now -her old man's handiwork- what if you get burnt? she said risk of the game I said I shouldn't be here if my dad saw me here I'd be for it she said you're always for it I said you've only got to look at your old man and he whacks you I replied not always she said looking away he slippered you the other week for dropping that bottle of milk she said nothing but looked across the bomb site at the passing buses on the New Kent Road I got out a small tin and opened it want a cigarette? she peered at me then at the tin where'd you get those? she said I made them I said made them? yes out of dog-ends I picked up from the gutters and borrowing cigarette papers from an uncle I made them up she pulled a face but they must have other people's spit on them she said but the papers are fresh I said and besides the burning tobacco gets rid of that she looked at me and said yuk I put the tin away and we watched the fire burning a Rozzer stopped me on here the other week and said to me did I see you smoking? I said no I've not been smoking I'd flicked the **** end onto the bomb site behind me and he looked at me suspiciously and said better not let me catch you sonny boy and he walked off I'd have wet myself she said if a policeman stopped me we watched the fire burning for a few more minutes then we went across the bomb site to the chip-shop to buy 6d of chips and stood outside and shared them watching the small bomb fire burning across the way on that cold November day.
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
FIRE STARTER 1958.
I was on the bomb site off Arch Street collecting pieces of wood and newspaper ******* in a ball- and small pieces of coal liberated from the coal wharf near by plus a few Swan Vestas borrowed from my old man's box at home I lit a fire near the railway arch and Ingrid said are you allowed to do that? not that I know I said what if a policeman comes? she asked I'll just say it was alight when I came and I was keeping warm I replied but that's lying she said stretching the truth a little I said she frowned at me her bruised eye was on the mend and was just a slight memory now -her old man's handiwork- what if you get burnt? she said risk of the game I said I shouldn't be here if my dad saw me here I'd be for it she said you're always for it I said you've only got to look at your old man and he whacks you I replied not always she said looking away he slippered you the other week for dropping that bottle of milk she said nothing but looked across the bomb site at the passing buses on the New Kent Road I got out a small tin and opened it want a cigarette? she peered at me then at the tin where'd you get those? she said I made them I said made them? yes out of dog-ends I picked up from the gutters and borrowing cigarette papers from an uncle I made them up she pulled a face but they must have other people's spit on them she said but the papers are fresh I said and besides the burning tobacco gets rid of that she looked at me and said yuk I put the tin away and we watched the fire burning a Rozzer stopped me on here the other week and said to me did I see you smoking? I said no I've not been smoking I'd flicked the **** end onto the bomb site behind me and he looked at me suspiciously and said better not let me catch you sonny boy and he walked off I'd have wet myself she said if a policeman stopped me we watched the fire burning for a few more minutes then we went across the bomb site to the chip-shop to buy 6d of chips and stood outside and shared them watching the small bomb fire burning across the way on that cold November day.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1958
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
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