M8-eeeeeeeeeee,
Talk about saving the best until last. This one's a belter. Like Axel Rose saving Live and let die until the finale of a Guns'n'fuckin'Roses gig........I give you the man who sued to think he was Axel rose at school and a Broughton High legend with, what seems like a prett damned decent memory to me.
Boys and girls - give it up for the Morphmeister himself - Mr Morgan Hoooooooooooooolden!!!!!
Hello Alan!
Well, when asked to write a few notes and memories about times gone by I thought this would be easy. Especially since you being the first person I ever remember meeting when moving up north all those years ago.
As I jotted down all the things I thought to write about I suddenly realised it was going to be far more difficult. Not because my memory is failing me (though to be honest I think years of drinking is taking it’s toll) but instead because I was at pains to find anything that was not incriminating!!
Let me start from one of my earliest memories, that being my 7th Birthday party. I think, to be honest it was the standard kind of affair. Me, You, Duncan Harris and Paul Rowlands seemed to be the mainstay at each others parties, though you also tended to invite Anthony Dixon if my memory serves me right. As you’ll see from the photo, yep I found one, none of us really changed over the years!
Embarrassment aside, these did make me chuckle!
From then on I remember you as being truly my greatest friend in our early years. Playing football on the school (smashing windows) and later the church, the school plays, standing under the stairs, hands on head for upsetting Mr Parker and the rest of the Pool House teaching department, dinner at each others houses. Using your back garden as an adventure playground, climbing the trees, and that scatty cat of yours whose name escapes me – the usual happy times growing up
Then came the day you moved over to Turkey. I remember, albeit vaguely, writing letters in primary school to you, wishing you all the best in your new life, and having no idea whether or not I’d see you again.
Then the art lesson in Broughton High School, when a “new starter” entered the class, and I realised immediately it was you. Things were back, only this time we were older and less innocent – let the good times role!!
Short of this sounding more like an episode of the wonder years, and being conscious most people there will not have a clue what I’m waffling on about I thought it best to literally write a few one liners that I hope will give you a chuckle, (provided you remember also) and save the full trip down memory lane for when we meet again – which I hope will be one day very soon.
“Morg-if-or-us and Morgan-Tasious-ness” – I was given a new name everyday.
The clapped out brown escort we turned into a rally car.
Convincing your mum to purchase us ales whilst we watched Silence of the lambs.
Me running to the loo in your house not realising your mum was having a bath.
Your orange Astra – who’s door strangely got tangled around the gate post.
Tom Davies and the sleepovers – enough said.
“The Pint of Whiskey Challenge” on the school leaving do.
Re-decorating you kitchen by way of compensation for all the times we’d throw the tea-bags.
Salad Cream butties.
The holidays in the south of France and Salou Spain.
Hours and Hours of chess and sensible soccer instead of college! (Oh and hiding the cars on the church to avoid them being spotted)
Endless renditions of Use your Illusion 2, and smoking tea bags cause Axl said it was okay to.
Alan, I would have loved to have been there today. I wish you and your new family all the best for the future, I am truly very happy and proud of you – you’ve done so well….how quickly we all seem to have grown up.
I sincerely hope that we’ll all be able to meet in the very near future,
take care
From Paul, Jean, Warren and my new Holden family Heather and Natasha all our love to you both.
Morgan.
Wow. No that is memory gold for the Lishman archives. He seems to remember even more than me mate. Let me just set one thing straight though for anyone watching or reading in black and white (ie: you and me). the studmobile was NOT and i repeat NOOOOOOOOT orange - it was brown. I would have refused to have gone in it had it been orange. Some great stuff there mate. I don't think there are many more to come. I think everybody got back to me in the end (Blonde Belinda, ya mam and sis, Oceane and of course your wife can add their messages this week). If I do receive anymore then I will add them to the archive. Plus I will put my best man's speech on this blog after the wedding.
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