Morning all, I do hope everyone is fine and dandy on this sunshine filled morning, yes spring is here and Easter is getting closer, let the religious enlightenment begin, dont worry this isnt going to be a blog of bible bashing.
So i left you with me about to grow up in the legendery house that was to hold so many great childhood and adult memories for me, my family, my extended family and any old person that would happen to enter the famous yellow door.....44 Brookfield Crescent, Mill Hill.
As you know there was Me, my brother David, sister Cindy, and eldest sister Tracey I also have another brother Mark who I believe lived with us when him and his wife Gina first got married, and of course my Ma and Pa Lena and Terry.
What can i say it was a very loving house but at the same time when you have brothers and sisters under the same roof as well as an Irish mother alot of shouting aswell, but love nether the less. Growing up i would try my upmost to irritate my older siblings, especially my two older brothers Mark and David and from what i am told manged that to a tee. One incident i remember a little was going through the living room through to the hall, through the kitchen, proceeding to the dining room back to the living room on a small trike while my adoring bro's were trying to watch the TV. Me being me I was most probably making the most irritating noise ever, think the sound of a fire engine, but made by an irritating little s**t. Anyway on about my 15th lap of the house I think this was starting to irritate my brothers so, Mark (citation needed) slammed the french doors that seperated the dining room and the living room shut just as I was proceeding through them. I dont believe Mark and David could of invisioned what would of happened as i came flying off the trike and through the glass, if you imagine Chucky from one of those films being flung across the room by one of of his victims. I was that Chucky because all i did was just get up, broken glass and all, not a mark. Many stories have come up over the years as my brothe tells me I was the demon child, the devil incarnate, I was just a major pain in arse!! One story iI have been told is a big Sunday roast was being prepared and while everyone was waiting for the meat to be cooked, what they did'nt know was that I had gone over and turned all the knobs of the cooker off, yes I was a true knob. I could tell you all the bad stories about stabbing the cusions with my Mums knitting needles or pulling the table cloth when all my mums lovely crystal was on the table, I believe that was the first time my then future sister in law had come round for dinner, it was either that time or the one with the cooker. Either way I think my brother was lucky she married him after she met me. So to all my sisters and brothers i apologise for all the hair pulling moments I gave you as a toddler.
Yes I was the youngest, so maybe I got away with alot, but hey what ya going to do.
It wasnt just me though, you had my brother Mark who was a true 70's hellraiser, he was a mod, and plastered the shed with dedication to David Bowie and was in a band called the Scandinavian roof jumpers, and as for the hair, well lets not get started on that. My sister Cindy...............
Cindy, Cindy, Cindy where do I start. Does anyone remember the 80's system of communication other than the telephone, yes thats right the C.B. You could see our house I believe from South London, because we had on our roof the longest aerial you would ever see, if it had been there during the blitz the Germans would have probably of bombed the house thinking it was an Airbase the transmitter was that big. Anyhow as soon as Cindy came home all you could hear from her box room in the corner of the house was the sound similar to that of a cab firm. Who was she talking to, someone in America?, someone in Asia, no someone 10 doors down, how my Mum and Dad put up with the laziness I do not know! It would be a treat every now and again to talk on the speaker, thinking back now, the 80's was so good, but god there were'nt much to do.
Then there was my brother David the sibling that I grew up with the most because with lived with each other for the longest period of time, he would take me under his wing, even though he would get an immence amount of grief from his friends. More tomorrow about growing up with David and his friends, and making friends myself.
You stay classy
Matt.