Hi lads,Geordie Sam here,back in the early seventies my father who was a docker (longshoreman) came out of a pub down on the docks late one night,fell over due to the effects of too many bottles of "dog" and broke his ankle,he staggered home (3 miles) went to bed,got up the next day,(he NEVER took a day off), walked the 3 miles back to work,where he and a pal concockted a "story" about how a badly slung hoist had crashed into him and broke his ankle,to cut a long story short,6 months later he got a cheque through the post for £3000,which probably in todays money is about £15000 or $23000,he slipped his mate a few quid,and me and my brother had a fantastic Christmas,as ever. People were made of different stuff back then.My father died in 2005, his name was Stan.I still miss him badly.I like to keep his memory alive as often as I can.
Geordie Sam.
Geordie Sam.