Widdup was my first close male friend. He was always jealous because l had a lot of 'girlfriends.' Yes 13 year old Rindy was a teenage stud muffin! Although l knew it wasn't everyhing l needed, l enjoyed the prestige of going out with a girl of 15, who l then dumped for her best friend, what a cad!!
At thirteen l was the same height l am now, six foot, and was already sneeking off to clubs given half a chance, and never faced any oppposition to the fact l wasn't eighteen. The search for glamour and excitment started early for me. l didn't go to clubs to drink, and l was always to be found at the centre of the dance floor, imagining some northern mecca hall was really Studio 54.
Widdup had no chance of sharing this part of my life. He was a thirteen 13. Through out school we shared the same sense of humour, and he was a champion farter which gave him great kudos.
We stayed at each others houses a lot in the holidays. Me, enjoying staying in a refined atmosphere and a house full of antiques. John enjoyed staying at Ossy because we always did what to him was exciting things, going to the Rovers, water ski-ing up and down Windermere, or helping my Dad build his next invention etc.
We were close, but on one level like a lot of males. We never shared any intamacy. l suppose we both had things whizzing through our hormone racked bodies. As l got older and left school to go to Art school we'd still meet up in the Blackburn End at the Rovers. I could tell though he found my new found confidence after coming out to my parents [not to him, he would have freaked,] a challenge.
Eventually he went off to Uni and l went off to study art. We met once at a party when we were 17. He seemed emberassed by my 'weird' clothes, and even the beautiful girl l'd gone to the party with, didn't seem to cut much muster with the still girlfriendless Widdy.
Cue the Globe Centre twenty odd years later.
l came 'out', as what l'm not prepared to say here yet, but it's not what the majority of you presume l am, he he he.
[God Rindy, you're so complex and interesting- Not.]
We easily fell back into our school boy friendship, and he's still a crackin' farter.
Life at Airtours was fun in the training period. We both joked how are expesive educations had brought us back to Accy and basically to working in a call centre. I don't think either of us posted that bit of info on Friends Reunited!
I was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease right after the training had finished, and had to get used to the information that at 39 l would be unable to work again. Widdy left the same day, fraternal solidarity? More likely, it required a certain patience to flog hols to people who'd seen Teneriffe for £89 on Teletext. There were holidays for that price, but it would be from Aberdeen in November not Wakes week from Manchester. Try explaining that to Joe Public, and that for when they wanted to go it would cost £1.786.00 plus our insurance!!
Any way John's teaching English to foreigners in Blackburn, his lovely wife and step daughter are over here from Latvia, and they're all happily ensconced in Clitheroe.
The hand of fate brought us back together, and maturity has made our friendship more honest and true.
Cheers you little farter.
At thirteen l was the same height l am now, six foot, and was already sneeking off to clubs given half a chance, and never faced any oppposition to the fact l wasn't eighteen. The search for glamour and excitment started early for me. l didn't go to clubs to drink, and l was always to be found at the centre of the dance floor, imagining some northern mecca hall was really Studio 54.
Widdup had no chance of sharing this part of my life. He was a thirteen 13. Through out school we shared the same sense of humour, and he was a champion farter which gave him great kudos.
We stayed at each others houses a lot in the holidays. Me, enjoying staying in a refined atmosphere and a house full of antiques. John enjoyed staying at Ossy because we always did what to him was exciting things, going to the Rovers, water ski-ing up and down Windermere, or helping my Dad build his next invention etc.
We were close, but on one level like a lot of males. We never shared any intamacy. l suppose we both had things whizzing through our hormone racked bodies. As l got older and left school to go to Art school we'd still meet up in the Blackburn End at the Rovers. I could tell though he found my new found confidence after coming out to my parents [not to him, he would have freaked,] a challenge.
Eventually he went off to Uni and l went off to study art. We met once at a party when we were 17. He seemed emberassed by my 'weird' clothes, and even the beautiful girl l'd gone to the party with, didn't seem to cut much muster with the still girlfriendless Widdy.
Cue the Globe Centre twenty odd years later.
l came 'out', as what l'm not prepared to say here yet, but it's not what the majority of you presume l am, he he he.
[God Rindy, you're so complex and interesting- Not.]
We easily fell back into our school boy friendship, and he's still a crackin' farter.
Life at Airtours was fun in the training period. We both joked how are expesive educations had brought us back to Accy and basically to working in a call centre. I don't think either of us posted that bit of info on Friends Reunited!
I was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease right after the training had finished, and had to get used to the information that at 39 l would be unable to work again. Widdy left the same day, fraternal solidarity? More likely, it required a certain patience to flog hols to people who'd seen Teneriffe for £89 on Teletext. There were holidays for that price, but it would be from Aberdeen in November not Wakes week from Manchester. Try explaining that to Joe Public, and that for when they wanted to go it would cost £1.786.00 plus our insurance!!
Any way John's teaching English to foreigners in Blackburn, his lovely wife and step daughter are over here from Latvia, and they're all happily ensconced in Clitheroe.
The hand of fate brought us back together, and maturity has made our friendship more honest and true.
Cheers you little farter.