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Janice held the carrier bag with sandwiches and two bottles of pop and packets of crisps and walked with me up Meadow Row she was wearing a red flowered dress and white ankle socks and brown shoes I was in blue jeans and a white shirt where are we going? she said thought we'd go to Bedlam Park and have a picnic I said as the day's dry and warm and we're off from school I told Gran I was going out but didn't say where because I didn't know where Janice said didn't mind you going out with me then? I said no she don't mind me going out with you but she did say no mischief   Janice said we crossed the bomb site by Arch Street and she talked of her gran's sister and her husband and I looked at the traffic passing on the New Kent Road we walked on and went by the Trocadero cinema where my old man took me often to see cowboy or war films we went down the subway and along I began to sing a cowboy song and she said not to but I did and she blushed and pretended not to be with me once out the other end we walked along St George's Road I told her some old dear near us had given us her budgerigar called Billy as she couldn't cope anymore so now we've got it I said it don't talk though so I can't teach it rude words   just as well Janice said after you taught our canary to say naughty words I laughed not funny Benny Gran thought I taught him and nearly got a smacking sorry about that I said but they were only words rude words Janice said and Gran wasn't pleased we walked along past our school and into Bedlam Park where we found a spot of clean grass and sat and opened the bag and began to eat and drink our wares and talked and I ignored the other boys' stares.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
PICNIC WITH JANICE 1956.
Janice held the carrier bag with sandwiches and two bottles of pop and packets of crisps and walked with me up Meadow Row she was wearing a red flowered dress and white ankle socks and brown shoes I was in blue jeans and a white shirt where are we going? she said thought we'd go to Bedlam Park and have a picnic I said as the day's dry and warm and we're off from school I told Gran I was going out but didn't say where because I didn't know where Janice said didn't mind you going out with me then? I said no she don't mind me going out with you but she did say no mischief   Janice said we crossed the bomb site by Arch Street and she talked of her gran's sister and her husband and I looked at the traffic passing on the New Kent Road we walked on and went by the Trocadero cinema where my old man took me often to see cowboy or war films we went down the subway and along I began to sing a cowboy song and she said not to but I did and she blushed and pretended not to be with me once out the other end we walked along St George's Road I told her some old dear near us had given us her budgerigar called Billy as she couldn't cope anymore so now we've got it I said it don't talk though so I can't teach it rude words   just as well Janice said after you taught our canary to say naughty words I laughed not funny Benny Gran thought I taught him and nearly got a smacking sorry about that I said but they were only words rude words Janice said and Gran wasn't pleased we walked along past our school and into Bedlam Park where we found a spot of clean grass and sat and opened the bag and began to eat and drink our wares and talked and I ignored the other boys' stares.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1956 AND  A PICNIC
TerryCollett
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
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