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The boy next door #8

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Back then, everyone in the street were your friend. He were my special friend, the lad next door, lovely, but shy as a coconut.

In those days it weren't proper for a girl to make the running wi' a lad. I didn't care. If Norman wouldn't chase me, then I'd best chase after him.

When he joined the Preston Pals I told him he were too soft to go warring. That brought out the devil in him and he suggested we should 'do it' before he went off to France. I said no....

...but it's too late for regrets now.

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    Neville Hunt over 7 years ago

    'Pals' regiments WW1.

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    Neville Hunt over 7 years ago

    Thank you very much, Drew. Regret...yes, it's a thing I try to avoid, backward-looking and unredeemable as it is!

    Shy as a coconut, I confess, is a phrase I came up with when I tried to find a simile for shy.

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    Neville Hunt over 7 years ago

    Thanks, Drew. It's fun to introduce new words and phrases etc. When working in advertising we used to slip new words into client meetings to see how quickly they would take them up themselves. Brilliant fun. I am most proud of my 'panacebo' - something (or someone) that claims to do everything but actually does eff-all. We all know a few of those... :-)

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    Christopher over 7 years ago

    That's a lovely and unexpected change of pace in this series, Neville. Nice job.

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