Ushaw Moor Memories (Backup)

Memories of Ushaw Moor and Deerness Valley

Friday 10 July 2009

Like Fishing At Broadgate

I have almost bust a gut in trying to entertain readers and at the same time evoke good memories of the Deerness Valley. It's like fishing at Broadgate; a bit of 'pigeon' to attract Alf or maybe a flashing four to surprise Peter. A bit of worm coated in Co-op butter might be the end of Brian but provide a fish for tea! It sometimes works but often does not; such is the way of fishing!

I referred to Budgie the hairdresser a short while back. I always think of  the song He Jude when I ponder on her, which is not too often. It was playing on the Juke Box back in 1968 when her eyes met mine for twenty minutes.  I did not pursue or capitalise. Beauty is skin deep anyway. Keep telling yourself that Wilf. Now and again I think of her and almost to this day no one has matched her haunting beauty. Then it happened: I spotted an advert on a train from Reading bound for Gatwick. It was  encouraging me to buy a bus and train combination ticket. Naturally the advert was using a very attractive girl to sell the product and that girl matched the beauty of Budgie. Or nearly so. Back to the drawing board!

WB

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