Hello everyone,
I thought I had better update you all. Mark has had a bad couple of days, and has had to go into hospital. He has had a lot of fluid on his stomach which has had to be drained off.
Hopefully, tomorrow Mark will be going into Bolton Hospice for a few days to try and get his medication back on an 'even keel'.
We're not really sure if the '27th' is going to happen at this stage, but I'll keep you updated.
Natalie, your memories of the 'good old days' made us both laugh - but what about the 330, can't believe you missed that one off!
Keep Mark in your prayers everyone, love toyou all,
Wendy,Mark, Matt and Gracie xxx
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Hi Beau,
ReplyDeleteStu P here again,
Mags and me were chatting the other night and she was talking about the Northern Soul dancing she did with you, with the talc, at your 50th. It then she reminded me of 1987 and the Cliff's Hotel, A Relief crimbo do.
Must be honest I guess I had banished the event owing the bad hangover and mess I found myself in.
Kev Winyard getting de-bagged in the swimming pool by AJ and me thinking that I could keep up with Rob Mccoll and his then best mate 'Carlsberg Special Brew'. The result I lost and couldn't climb out of the gents loo and you calling me a human pinball!!
The thing was as the night moved on Northern Soul was played and you graced the floor to creat that famous dance routine , now known as the Beau follow thru!! Then if memory serves bacon butties demanded at 3am and you suggesting a night cap of malts which I enjoyed several times over in our the Hotel room bathroom!!
I do actually remember the following morning standing to the front of the hotel looking out over a windy very grey December Irish Sea with you , Paul McCuffog, Jeff Lawley and Rob McColl freezing cold , on the saturday morning working out if we were fit to drive with you assuring us all teling me it would be 'reet'! Oh happy , daft barmy days.
Bye for now.
Stu P.
Hello Beau.
ReplyDeleteI remember one night in my probation, i was guesting on a certain officers van as his usual partner was on leave. One of the local miscreants stepped out in front of us whilst we were driving down Portland st at about 3am.
"Officer I'm wanted,there's a warrant out for my arrest"
Reply "Not by me your not, now XXXX OFF."
Do you remember the bailometer in bootle street custody, i think the bail wedge was about the width of a pencil line.
I hope to pop down on the 27th with Beaver (not the hairy kind,so dont get excited)
Ps.Karen sends her love.
Hi Mark, Wendy, Vinny Gee back again.
ReplyDeleteMark, I know you joined early 82, I joined Apr 80 so I hope some of my memories are relevant to you;
Sgt John Squirrell, re-decorating the newly decrated Bootle Street bar in his own inimitable manner.
Sheila the cleaner, knowing all the latest transfers before anyone else did!
Bootle Street's answer to the Chuckle Brothers - John Gillam and Eric Heyes.
Being in the custody office shortly after Mike Grainger brought a prisoner in for murdering a local prostitute and Eric Hayes telling the custody sergeant; " He doesn't want any breakfast sarge, but he says he could murder a Manchester tart!"
The swing doors at the entrance to the custody office which had numerous 'head shaped' dents all over it.
Policing a demo in Albert Square and seeing that obnoxious git Supt Gill getting a smack on the nose from some guy who wanted to get through the cordon - and the same guy getting a round of applause on his arrival at the custody office!
The local married drunks Edna & Wesley Gilkinson.
Another local drunk, Marion Burns ( and eventually she did after setting herself on fire whilst leathered!)
Our own local drunk, custody Sgt, Dave Mansell.
The days when the phrase " PC gone mad " usually meant that Mad Dave Evans was off on another killing spree!
Friday and Saturday night and standing on Oxford St watching, Tiffanys, Rotters, Kloisters, Rafters and Jillys all turning out at the same time and completely closing the street to traffic.
Friday and Saturday night in Piccadilly and seeing Brewsters, Beer Keller and Papas all turning out at the same time.
Advance 20 mins and watching all the patrons from the above clubs filling Piccadilly Bus Station in one massive brawl!
Snack Times and Papas on Newton Street.
Pattys and the Black Cat club on Amber Street and the regular Friday night scraps there with the Collyhurst travelling fraternity.
Seeing a certain Ch Supts car abandoned across the road from Pattys minus it's steering wheel ( Don't ask !)
Steve 'Harry the bastard' Ainsworth ( sorry Gilesy, don't have nightmares!)
Malc Clarke at the CDC, wearing a white smock and carrying a stethescope and a large water filled syringe, whilst visiting those patrons that had asked to see a doctor.
That strange police woman known only as 'Mary Modo' Did anyone actually know her real name?
The 'D' Relief national scandal involving 3 police women and a bogus SAS Lieutenant called Jason that ended up at Plymouth Crown Court and was splashed all over the front pages of the Sunday rags.
A still serving officer ( initials CM ) who decided to take the brand spanking new Mini Metro out for a spin on the old cement factory yard off Liverpool Rd, and, seeing a large puddle, thought it would be fun to put his foot down and race through the water, only to find the 'puddle' was in fact a lorry inspection pit filled with five foot of water and the Metro went down faster than a shelled U-Boat!
And last but not least.......The Amsterdam week-ends........fantastic!!
See you Thursday.
Hi Mark, Wendy,
ReplyDeleteMissed a couple of memories off last nights post;
Bob Nathans strutting proudly around Bootle Street with his brand new, privately purchased GI Joe utility belt with his NINE cell Mag Lite hanging from it.
As above but now plus a fire extinguisher hanging on the other side which he genuinely thought he was test driving as a new piece of kit for PSU medics.....took him two weeks to realise it was a 'GOTCHA!'
Tom Brownbill on the miners strike outside Kellingley pit, walking sleepily from the van to take up gate duty, Trevor Hoyne shouting at him to put his helmet on, he did as he was told only to find it full of horse s**t! Nice one JW! Yes Tom, it was him and not me!
A very cocky young Brownbill being taught a lesson by the dog man Dave White on nights. Dave did a spoof commentary about a chase involving Tom's private car ending up with it being driven into Dale Street canal. Tom ran from the charge office in shirt sleeves ( it was torrential rain by the way ) jumped into Tony Varleys van and flew up to Dale Street, expecting to see his pride and joy slowly disappearing below the murky waters. He jumped out of the van and Varley drove off laughing, leaving a deflated Tom to walk back to Bootle Street at 4 in the morning in the pouring rain! Cocky as ever he said he was ' just going along with it!'
Beau, Swilks here, i`ve finally managed to get your blog site up !!, theres some really old buggers writing stuff on here, Nat rat, etc !! i hope you`ve had a good giggle reading some of the comments about the days on the proper A division ?, good memories of the old days at bsps eh !
ReplyDeletei`m sorry i wont be able to make your do, i`m away, yes , i know "judith Chalmers of the TAU", but i`ll come round and see you again when i get back, i`ll bring you a stick of rock or something equally as tasteful !! keep your chin up mate, we all love you !!
Mark,
ReplyDeleteI shall have words with Wendy Woo tomorrow night as, contrary to popular belief, I have NOT yet retired!! Cheeky Mare!!
Vinny
Hello,
ReplyDeleteI was just searching for my dad Eric Heyes and found this, I can totally imagine him saying something like that.
Lee