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'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal
Rather nice, considering how often I get the exact opposite of that!
I was back in Wolverhampton last Sunday. My parents’ house is about 3 miles away from the train station, and on any other day other than a Sunday, there is a bus every 15 minutes. On a Sunday, they’re once an hour if you’re lucky. Upon arrival to Wolverhampton train station, I observed that I had just missed the hourly bus. I cursed under my breath, and decided that I wasn’t going to sit on my backside for 50+ minutes waiting for a bus that may well not even come, so I walked. The walk from Wolverhampton City Centre is about an hour, and I was like ‘bollocks – what a waste of my bloody time’. But I was wrong.
As I passed a rather battered kebab shop, a delightfully vivid memory of the owner who always seemed to love me and my friends and regularly gave us free food flashed into my mind. Grinning, I let myself wallow in indulgent memories as I minced my way on to my parents. With nothing else to do, I decided to look around at the town I have known for 30 years and garner inspiration for memories. I was pleasantly surprised just how vivid, colourful, and downright hilarious the things were that came into my head.
It was a sunny day, I had hella good rock on my MP3 player, and was steeped in good memories: my walk to my parents’ house was the most relaxing, pleasant, stress-free, and thoroughly enjoyable experiences I have had in recent memory. It was truly a blessing disguised as a curse.
For those interested, here is a list of some of the fun times that swam through my mind:
• Hugging a kebab shop owner
• Many wrong kebabs that resulted in toxic trumps that really upset my dad
• The tragic fall of Mike Lloyd’s Music
• The fact that Wolverhampton getting a Subway was considered ‘huge’
• Gold, Frankincense, and Newcastle Brown
• “Who dashed da sausage?!”
• Nearly getting arrested for stealing a Pukka Pies sign
• The snow covered graveyard puke and poo incident
• The Chindit’s tiny pool room where it was near impossible to play pool
• A certain friend’s hilarious behaviour every time his dole cheque arrived
• The post A-level results pub crawl into town
• Leaping into a bush on Chapel Ash seeming like a good idea when drunk
• The gents in Ricos flooding the dancefloor and everyone carrying on dancing in the piss
• Pitch and Putt at Bantock Park
• Calling the Wolverhampton Grammar School the Grarmmer (mock Southern accent) to suggest that they were posh
• My elderly cars and their daft names
• Shopping in La Ropa
• A mate winning £90 on the gambler, and spending it all in a couple of hours
• And so much more…
You know, I may never be a highly successful or rich or famous person. But I’ve had some fun times, and some great memories, with some great people. Even in Wolverhampton!
Have fun,
Mark
Current mood:
cheerful.Current music: There's No Other Way by Blur.