Childhood...


This particular tale takes place in the late 60's when the powers that be tore up one of my favourite places and built a fucking school there.

When I was kid the local countryside was dotted with pits. Mines. Some were working, most were not and I lived surrounded by massive slag-heaps from old pit workings. Most of these had been reclaimed by nature and one of my favourites we called the "Bluey's". Short for Blue-Heaps. This pace was a maze of trees, scrub-land, old ponds full of frogs and newts and abandoned tunnels and mine workings. There was also an ancient railway line that ran through it. It was a paradise for kids. Loads of places to hide, build dens and play. But, progress came along and they bulldozed the lot and built a fucking huge school - Lord Lawson Comprehensive - where I later completed my education. But, back to the tale.

I can remember one weekend when me, my brother, and a few of his mates went exploring the half completed school. For some reason I was very wary of this trip. Not unusual as I was usually very wary when in my older Bro's company. It was a rare trip with him when he didn't do something evil like shoot me, lock me in somewhere dark, try and drown me or stick me inside a metal drum and roll me down a hill. The usual stuff.

Anyway, this particular trip, one of his mates who was with us disappeared for a while. Then we heard blood-curdling screams and suddenly this bloke (Billy Guy was his name) appeared from inside what looked like a giant pressure-cooker and I almost had heart failure.

His hands were blackened scaly claws and his face was the same. Black, scaly and flaking. He looked fucking terrifying. I took off like a bat out of hell. I was never a fast runner as a kid but that day I probably hit 60 miles an hour uphill and didn't stop running until I hit civilisation. Houses. A pub. Adults. Someone who could call the police, the army and whatever else was needed to fry that fucking horror. I'd never been so scared in all my life (and with my brother that was saying something). Eventually Steve found me and persuaded me not to call in an air-strike (I was about to call the police) and then, for once, they told me what they'd done.

Billy had coated his hands and face in soft mud and then let it dry in the sun. As it cracked, it gave this scaly appearance and it was that what had scared the living shit out of me. Bastards.
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 12:57, 4 replies)

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(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 14:55, closed)

Lord Lawson
Lord Lawson, Birtley?

S
(Shamrock, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 17:47, closed)

Yup
Where I was born and bred.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 23:17, closed)

:D
I went there (1993-2000)

By the sound of it, it was far more fun as a slag heap than as a school!

S
(Shamrock, Thu 14 Apr 2011, 8:04, closed)