job that is? A bit on the side! I’m gonna
get back on stage as soon as I can. A twirl of my drumsticks, a flash of my big
blue eyes and the birds will be queuing up and begging for it.’
‘That’s the spirit. A bit on the
side’s not a bad idea either,’ Jack said ‘It’s summat I’ve often thought about
myself.’
‘You need to find the right kind
of bird,’ Eddie said as they walked across the market square towards the Black
Lion. ‘One who’ll oblige but keep her gob shut. Hey look, there’s little Brenda
Stone and her mate Julie from the typing pool. Let’s see if we can persuade ’em
to join us for a drink.’ He wolf whistled at the teenagers, who, arms linked
and giggling, slipped and slithered on the icy cobbles.
Jack cupped his hands to his
mouth and yelled, ‘Brenda, my mate fancies your friend. How about joining us
for a drink?’
Eddie smirked as Brenda shouted
back, ‘Sod off, Jack Fiddler! You’re married and so is your mate. I’m not going
out with you and that’s final.’
‘What about next week then?’
‘No, I don’t go out with married
men.’
‘Well I heard differently, love.’
Jack took a lengthy drag on his cigarette.
‘Oh, you did, did you?’ Brenda
picked her way carefully across the square. Hands on hips she pulled herself up
to her five-feet-nothing.
‘ What have you heard?’ she
demanded as Julie crossed the street and took up position behind.
Eddie winked at the girl and she
smiled uncertainly back, pushing a mousy brown strand of hair behind her ear.
Julie was a skinny bird, definitely not a looker and he wasn’t that bloody desperate. He preferred a
girl with a bit of meat on her bones, something to get his hands on.
‘Come on, who’s told you I go out
with married men?’ Brenda was saying, breaking his thoughts. ‘Because they’re
bloody liars, whoever they are.’ She folded her arms under her huge breasts and
her beehive quivered alarmingly, reminding Eddie of a long ago romp in a
haystack with Angie.
‘Now wouldn’t you like to know?’
Jack teased. ‘Anyway, how about it? A date with me and Ed. A foursome like. He
needs someone to put a smile on his face.’
‘Piss off, Jack!’ Brenda whipped
around and faced Eddie who took a step backwards. She wagged a finger in his
face. ‘I’m surprised at you, Eddie Mellor. You’ve a lovely wife and little lad.
You shouldn’t be looking elsewhere for fun. I’ve heard tell you had plenty of
that when you were in Roy Cantello’s group.’
‘Hey, you’re gonna have my eye
out with that finger, and I’m not looking for fun. Telling your friend I fancy
her is Jack’s daft idea of a joke. Sorry to disappoint you, Julie, but you’re
not really my type.’
Julie gasped and tugged at
Brenda’s coat. ‘Let’s go, Bren. I’m not staying here to be made a fool of by
the likes of him. He thinks he’s God’s gift!’ She looked daggers at Eddie who
shrugged his shoulders as the girls turned, linked arms again and slithered
across the square towards
Pickford High Street .
‘Anymore bright ideas?’ Eddie
said.
‘Too sensitive by half that
Julie,’ Jack said. ‘Anyway, it was you that upset her, telling her she’s not
your type.’
‘Too scrawny!’ Eddie tossed his
cigarette end down and ground it out with the heel of his boot. ‘So, is that
right, Brenda’s doing a turn with a married bloke?’
‘Aye, so they say,’ Jack said as
they walked into the pub. The smell of tobacco and beer perked him up. He
headed for a space at the bar and waved to catch the bar-maid’s attention.
‘Lucky bastard, whoever he is! Let’s have that pint then before I have to get
back to the ball and chain, or she’ll be thinking I’ve left home. How’s your
boy doing by the way?’
‘He’s a little devil, but Jonny’s
the best thing to come out of the last three years.’
‘Two pints of mild, Mary and have
one for yourself.’ Jack turned back to Eddie after staring at Mary’s cleavage.
‘Put
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