Why in Cornwall , I guess I m a sucker for a woman, however while working at Rhyl north wales, one week I met a girl called Barbara everything was custy and after a week she was gone, never expecting to see her again..

Let me explain I worked at Oceanbeach Funfair Rhyl

While my boss was Lyas we normally never seen one another from week to week as time-keeping was not an issue ,getting some sleep was, myself and Andy

worked the Swingaround or our terminology was the perversion express

it was a job that women came flocking to and was not unusual to score three times sometimes four times a day...unless it was a weekly

a weekly being tourist not Day

Day-tourists were bank-holidays etc

4times a day was easy these days

Andy and I used to see who could pull the most and dressed for the occasion, addidas samba trainers, grey stay-press and a clean white pressed shirt, to which Lyas and the others found funny, however while here I also met a woman I would not forget Liz Kerslake , as if by magic Liz would appear around 21.50pm just as we were getting ready to close ..then a quick 75 mile run to the wirral, strange 25 Kerslake Road, the wirral

do you still live there...?

This was to be my life for about 3 months work, sex, drugs, work, amphetmines , hashish, sex, work,

and always back to the wirral

dinner then bed

sex

wake-up

breakfast by this time Liz would be up shirt pressed , and breakfast ready.....

quick speed-ball- eye-opener

rush over to Rhyl for 10.00am

this carried on for a while , until one Day, I was glancing through the crowds, and I says to Andy, that I must be hallucinating, I m sure I just saw that Barbara from Cornwall

sure enough I turned round and there she is standing........love me not.....

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How do I get out of this one simple......

21.30pm that evening I hand her a tenner and tell her I will meet her at the fun-pub in 20 minutes

as soon as she has gone ,, who turns up

LIZ

a quickly closing of the ride ,and off to the wirral we go...

never giving the fun-pub a second thought

morning time and Liz has just dropped me off when I get my collar felt....

bang you guessed it

Barbara

Where did you get too last night

me card game with the boyz that old line usually works

I must stress I am running late now...

anyhow gave her the keys to my flat in butterstone road and away she goes...

NIGHT

how do I get out of this tonight..

21.55pm

As usual Liz is standing by the sea-food bar

and approaching is Barbara

now if I could I would have took them both home, but that wasnt an option

I explained to Barbara that I was going over to the wirral, and all hell broke loose , she bursts in to tears, Liz doesnt know what is happening, Barbara is pulling me her way, Lyas is laffin his arse off ,as I glance up at his station

nevertheless

I

gave in and went back to butterstone road and spent the night with Barbara no-speed here

cramps-and more cramps

next morning...we are packed and heading for

Cornwall

AS for Liz I never seen her again I must apologise to Lyas for leaving him in the lurch.. this weekend. as it was a bank-holiday..

As we are travelling south I would like to point out that the driver and co-pilot were within 16miles of luton airport before realising their mistake...

making it 3..4am before making it to

Redruth

9 stithians row

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