A Life More Ordinary
Running backwards, forwards and sideways in time.
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July 1981. There was, as the song says, panic on the streets of London, thousands of UK citizens fighting with police in Liverpool, Sheffield, Birmingham, Hull, Preston and Manchester as racial tension heightened and inner-city depravation hit the headlines. Elsewhere, the country prepared to celebrate the wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Diana Spencer, street…
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Time, as has often been noted, is a peculiar beast and it feels like an opportune moment to take a brief detour from the main narrative and slip forwards in time from where we were and take a short hop back from where we are…confused? Yeah, it’s a bit like being in my head. One…
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Things happen for a reason, that’s what I’ve come to believe. A few years back, a long time after I had moved on from previous events, I was at a loose end on a Friday morning. Can’t remember why, but that’s not really the important bit. However, for some reason, I decided to take a…
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It took time to adjust and I think for a while I resented having to leave behind the home that we had made for ourselves. I’d finally found somewhere where I thought I belonged and had built up an environment where I was comfortable. I’d left behind people that I considered to be friends, although…
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Married life seemed pretty near perfect for a while. We spent a week in Looe on honeymoon, relaxing after the stresses of planning a wedding and adjusting to the changes of a situation that neither of us had experienced before. Soon enough, we returned home and went back to work while basking in the glow…
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Slowly, I began to pull my life back together. Going back to work was tough and everyone was very supportive. Friends were sympathetic, as one might expect and I gradually began to adjust to a ‘new normal’. The one bright spot on the horizon was an impending trip to Australia. When I had met Louise, she…
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It was a totally and utterly unremarkable Monday in November, 1994. The remarkable ones only come along so often, so it was no surprise. The day before, I’d received a call from my eldest sister, Carole, who was visiting my youngest sister, Ellie, in Horsham and they were planning on a night out. Carole asked…
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Saturday, August 6th, 1994. The date was set. After four turbulent years away from Plymouth, I’d made the decision to move back to Devon, where my Dad had a spare room waiting. Still working at McDonalds, a transfer had been arranged, my bags were packed and I had said most of my goodbyes. Still not the…
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With little to do but lick my wounds following recent events (Alone Again (Naturally)) I plodded through the next few months working as many shifts as possible. People might knock working at McDonalds, but I quite enjoyed my time working there, with the exception of the failed romantic liaisons and a couple of other incidents…
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We’ve all got them, haven’t we? Songs that we really love to sing along to while driving in our cars or songs that mark individual moments in our lives. I’ve got a whole library full of those, multiple compilation tapes in old money. A whole archive of lyrics and tunes that stir these inept, clumsy…
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