August 1972
He doubted if anyone in the
world could be more excited than he was right at that moment.
He’d asked his boss if he
could leave at mid-day, as he had to visit his grandmother on the south coast.
She was keeping poorly and probably wouldn’t make it to Christmas. He wondered
if his boss had realised that was the third time he’d used
that excuse in as many months?
He’d never been to Hastings
before but thought that the Empire Café seemed a reasonable place to change his
clothes. He’d left for work that
morning to go to Friars and Friars, who were known as the best accountants in
Westly. He sat in the café dressed in his dull brown suit and drank his tea. He
was hoping that the place would quieten down, and then he’d make his move.
By his third cup of tea, he
decided that things weren’t going to improve and took his chance. Both he, and
the little suitcase he’d packed away and hidden under the bed went to the Men’s
toilets. He carefully folded away his dull clothes and changed into his
glam-rock ones. It was a bit like superman, except this wasn’t a telephone
kiosk.
No one had noticed him enter
the café, but they all noticed him now. He was dressed from head to toe in a
shiny silver suit and he wore the largest pair of glittery bright red boots
ever seen in the Empire. He wondered if the make-up on his face was a step too
far.
He could hear a few of the
older ones choke on their teacakes, as he proudly strolled out of the café into
the big wide world - accountant by day and glam-rocker by night. It was 1972 and anything was possible.
bobby stevenson 2013
thoughtcontrol ltd
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