- Contributed by
- TuxfordMOI
- People in story:
- Roy Foulds
- Location of story:
- Worksop
- Background to story:
- Civilian
- Article ID:
- A9014744
- Contributed on:
- 31 January 2006
Playing a game of cricket with Cardew Robinson, wickets were chalked on the wall in the street. I could not get him out and was loosing my rag at this stage, Cardew was taking the piss, saying “you can’t get me out” and laughing his socks off.
(The reason I called him Cardew Robinson was because he had sharp features, wore a very long scarf with black and grey alternating squares and was a dead ringer for the character in The Beano). I had completely lost my temper with him and threw the ball at his head, he ducked and the ball smashed my next door neighbour’s window. He put his fingers to his lips and said “you have done it now haven’t you” and laughed at my predicament.
The lady from next door came out, she shouted “who’s going to pay for my window?” Mother tried to get me to apologise, I stupidly said to mother, “but I have done it now, why say sorry” and would not apologise. Cardew was loving this, “he’s done it Mrs Foulds, it could have hit me in the face”.
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