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An Oral History 1985-2015
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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 115899" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><u>1961</u></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy to her sons, Phil and Grant: I brought you two into this world. Me and worry go back a long way.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: Phil, he was a month early. I was just coming out the cinema. What was that film now? Oh yeah - <em>Please Don’t Eat the Daisies</em>, Doris Day. Anyway, Eric was over in Bethnal Green having a fight so I had to make me own way to the hospital. Three buses it took and in my state — and that was the days before drugs when it was just a deep breath, a wet flannel and a cup of tea if you were lucky. Seventeen hours I was in labour. Turned out Phil was breech. Eric showed up in the middle of the night at the hospital covered in blood with his ear hanging off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Honey Edwards: So it was bad then?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: What?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Honey: Giving birth.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: No, no, no. Not at all - just a twinge. Nothing to worry about, darling.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian Beale on Phil: That man was born wound up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: When I first held Phil in my arms, his little eyes gazing up at me, I made a promise to him there and then I’d always be there for him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy to Phil: You’re my best boy and you always have been.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy on Phil: I’ve done a few bad things in my time, but I never thought I gave birth to a coward.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Phil on his Grandpa Phil: I was named after him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: My Phil, he was so cute as a baby, bless him. He was always grizzling.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy on the Mitchell christening shawl: It's been in our family for at least three generations, that has.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: People used to make christening [gowns] out of their wedding dresses.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin Wicks: In the sixties, all the cots were painted with lead based paint. We used to lick it and chew it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: Yeah, that’s true.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby Allen to her father Johnny: When you was younger, I don’t suppose you was exactly a saint.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline Fowler on Johnny: Didn't have him pegged for a boy scout, not after the stories we used to hear.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny Allen: Things were really quite different in those days. Times were hard. Look, I’m not saying they were the good old days or anything like that, it’s just that some of us grew up with — well, a different attitude towards the law.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Ruby: The world your dad moved in, the world a lot of people moved in back then — the world was changing so fast. Beforehand, you knew your place. You did what your dad did, probably — got a job, worked hard. And then of all a sudden, all those old ways went out the window, and it was people like your dad had to start making new rules.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: What rules? He didn’t live by any.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Oh yes, he did. More than most, actually. He had rules and in a weird sort of way, you could absolutely rely on him. If Johnny Allen liked you, if</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">he trusted you, that was it, he’d stand by you one hundred percent.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: Honour among thieves, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: The sort of people he mixed with, what else could he rely on? He mixed with some very dodgy characters in some very dodgy circles. He had to suss people out quickly. He had to trust his instincts and all. He wasn’t often wrong about people. He couldn’t afford to be.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: So you were involved with crime?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: Nowadays, some of it wouldn’t even be regarded as crime. I was involved with clubs that sold alcohol after ten thirty — big deal. It’s just the way it was.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: I’ve seen a whole list of people stand up to Johnny Allen over the years, and every single one of them wished they hadn’t. Well, he didn’t get his reputation helping little old ladies across the road, did he? There’s two sides to Johnny. One minute, he can be the perfect gent. The next ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: I know what my reputation is. I fought hard to get it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: Have you ever had anyone beaten up?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: No, I did it myself. When I was about twenty-two, I was working in this club and there was this guy in there and he was getting drunker and drunker and louder and louder and then he started on the girl he was with. And he slapped her really hard across the face so I stepped in and I threw him out. Then he started in on me so I beat him up, but it turned out he was a bit of a face. His brother was one of the biggest villains around at the time so my boss sent me off to Brighton to work, for my own protection. Well, when I came back a few months later, I was a face — “Johnny the Giant Killer.” And when you’re given a reputation like that, you don’t argue, not at twenty-two. You lap it up. But that’s all it was, Ruby — reputation. I might have done a few things in my time that I’m not really proud of, but I’m not a monster.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline to Dot: I’m old enough to remember what it was like round here when his [Johnny’s] sort were running things, and you certainly are.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat on her sister Joan: I remember seeing her dressed in these silly girlish clothes like she was some big kid even though she was ... I suppose she must have been in her twenties. Hair in bunches, pink velvet ribbons — it was miserable.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat, looking at a photo of Joan: Her twenty-first birthday. She was all togged up with ribbons in her hair and a dress that was two sizes too small. I was</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">enjoying everything the sixties had to chuck at me and my big sister was still being dressed like a six year old.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny Allen: Green, dark emerald green — that's how I remember you. You had that dress.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: I had a lot of dresses.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: I know. I paid for most of them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: I remember a time you'd always be pleased to see me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Only because I wanted you to think that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: My Patricia always did like giving as good as she got.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Nobody calls me that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: I always did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: You always liked to have things your own way, didn't you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Norman Simmonds: The Pat I used to know was never backward in pushing herself forward.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ricky Butcher, looking at Big Mo in 2011: About forty, fifty years ago, mini-skirt and a face full of slap, eyelashes, I reckon she’d be all right.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michael Moon: No I can’t see it, mate. Some old boots were just young boots once.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Yolande Trueman: How much was the price of gin back then?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: About four shillings, weren't it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: We put a shilling in [the meter]. We never had no TV.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: I used to love the pictures when I was young, the love stories. That's what I used to think it was going to be like, like it was in the pictures. I thought I'd grow up, get married, have a nice house, all bright and sunny, lots of children. My husband would be cross at me for spending too much, but not for long. We'd be happy.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: I always wanted children.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lou to Pauline: I wanted everything for you. Nice house, kids, no need to work.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Joe Macer: Would you have done anything different, looking back?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: Yeah. Probably would have gone to secretarial college, you know — seen a bit more of the world. Then I look around at what the youngsters have to put up with today and I think, “We didn’t have it so bad.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: I wanted to be an air hostess. I could just see myself in one of those smart suits with the little perky hat.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: I always wanted to live on a farm. Must have had something to do with listening to <em>The Archers</em>.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danny Taurus (aka Danny Travers) to Pauline: You always used to be a dreamer. You were going to go round the world, weren't you? See the Taj Mahal in the moonlight.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: Never did though, did I?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle to Pauline: You'd left school [by the age of fifteen]. You were already working full time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: Even when I was young, it was all work and worry.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan Carter on his grandson Dean: He’s hotheaded, like I was at his age [twenty-seven].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan to Babe Smith: I’ve seen through you since the very first day we met. You’re a selfish, vindictive woman, at your best when manipulating people, especially the members of your own family.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Babe to her sister Sylvie: I saw [Stan] first. He was mine. He should have been mine, but no — you had to get in there, didn’t you? Fluttering your fake lashes, dropping your drawers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan on Sylvie: She always did know how to make an entrance.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Babe: Sylvie was always the popular one.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sylvie on Babe: No-one ever loved her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan on Sylvie and Babe: I chose the swan over the ugly duckling.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan: I made some funny choices when I was younger, [Sylvie] included.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan on Sylvie: Out every weekend, dancing in Soho.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-size: 18px">Cora Cross: I knew plenty of girls like Sylvie. Always thought they were a cut above.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan: I know I couldn’t keep up with her.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sylvie on Stan: He was never all that in bed. Climb on top of you stinking of fish. I’ve had loads better.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan to Sylvie: We had some good times, happy times, remember?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sylvie: Stan, you always made me laugh.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean Wicks to Stan and Sylvie: Did you ever have a song, the two of you? [‘Unforgettable’ by Nat King Cole]</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Babe to Sylvie: It’s not your song, it’s mine. It was always my song. You stole it, like you steal everything.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sylvie to Babe: You’ve always been jealous.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan to Babe: You’ve always been a selfish cow.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan to Babe: You just do whatever’s right for you. You always have.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Babe: I know we’ve had our disagreements over the years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan: To put it mildly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sylvie on her necklace: It’s always been my favourite. Stan gave it to me when we were courting. It used to belong to Diana Dors. Stan cycled all the way from Billingsgate to St James’s, marched into the sales room still reeking of fish guts.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Babe: Rubbish. Feel the weight — tin on glass.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sylvie: That’s not true. Tell her, Stan.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan: Your sister’s right. Picked it up in Rathbone Market. Cost me a light.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Cora on Sylvie: Did you love her?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan: What sort of a question’s that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: Life's just like a blank page when you're</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">sixteen, isn't it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur: I was still wearing my cousin's cast offs when I was eighteen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: Yeah. Cousin Sheila.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy, speaking to Charlie Slater in 2008: Does Nathan Detroit know you’ve got his suit on?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: Nice bit of schmutter, this. Used to be me old man’s.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mo Butcher on Frank: I caught him going round one of them strip shows one night and I gave him a right hiding.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Frank Butcher: I was nineteen years old at the time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: [I had sex in a] Zephyr.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: That's a car!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Nothing to be ashamed of. We was in love, or at least we thought we were. I reckon I was on the rebound from Frank.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: What happened to the bloke then?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: He ran off a couple of weeks later with somebody else. Judith Cronin, her name was. Her dad run the local boozer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Do you know how many piers I’ve jumped off in me life? And it always hurts. It’s always broken some part of me, but I don’t regret one single solitary time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jane Beale: Pat certainly got around.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian Beale: You could say that</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: There was a group of us round here. Well, me and a group of eligible bachelors - more like randy so and so's - well, me and this group, we all used to go round together. There was Pete, me, Kenny, Den.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den Watts on Pat: Good looking lady, really fanciable. We knocked around together.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: I used to think you were the bee's knees, you know.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den: Just shows what good taste you had in those days then.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Shows what a jerk I was.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den to Pat: What I liked you about you, you never pretended. You always liked a good time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo to Pat: You weren't frightened of what anybody thought.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Norman Simmonds: Pat Harris would do anything for a laugh.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny on Pat: She always was a little cow.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Den: I was never a slag. For all you lot may have talked about me in the gents, I only came across for special blokes. Men have always liked my company.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jimmy, Frank's pal: Pat's always been a handful. Time was, blokes would be queuing up to have a go.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Angie Watts on Pat: She used to be so pretty. Den used to fancy her rotten. I envied her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Den: Remember the old times, Denny? Me and Pete, you and Ange — you and me on the odd occasion.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Angie: When me and Pat and Kath were kids, we all went out with each other's fellas. It was like "pass the parcel".</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kathy: When I met Pete, all I knew was that I wanted to have his child. Even when he married Pat, I knew I'd get him in the end. I just knew it, don't ask me how. It was all I wanted then.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat on herself and Den: We got it together once and it was lousy. We were kids, you know — "You show me yours, I'll show you mine." We were out from behind that bike shed like bats out of Hell.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den on sleeping with Pat: [It was a] long time ago, before the creation of Man. Dead before it started.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete on fighting over Pat: You [Den] punched me in the gut and I kneed you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete: I got into enough trouble [as a teenager]. I got picked up for DDA once. It was only a joyride, but Mum thought I was turning into a right little Al</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Capone. Boy, did she give me a belting. She was right though. I could have gone either way.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lou: Them cousins of mine in Stepney, they was just the same. At a certain point, they could have gone one way or the other, straight or crooked.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete: Me dad, he warned me about Pat all along. Did I hate him for it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: [Pete and Albert] fell out over Pat.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete on Albert: He was a nice old man, didn't do me any harm, but I don't think he was the pillar of virtue that Mum makes him out to be. I used to think, "How can someone so old be so stupid?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: When I got engaged to Pete Beale, there wasn't money for a ring.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete: I wanted to be a Redcoat - Tommy Steele. Got married instead.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Pete: You were flattered the sexiest girl in the street wanted to marry you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den to Pat: Pete always said he had his work cut out with you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Pete: If you'd have used your loaf, you'd have never got tangled with me. You was a nice bloke. I made mincemeat out of you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete: I think I only married her because Pop died. Keep the family going.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Pete wanted a wife so he could get away from that mother of his. She's the one that's behind all of this.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Lou: Nothing was good enough for your precious family. You never wanted me. I wasn't good enough for your precious boy. You made it impossible from the start. I'll never forget the way you interfered in my life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: For years, I thought Lou Beale hated me — what I was, what I'd done. A cheat, a brass.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Lou: You never liked me and the feeling was mutual.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lou to Pat: You weren't the right type for [Pete]. You weren't right for each other. You had too much life in you. You got bored easy. Oh, you did. You were always looking for excitement round the corner. You wasn't a homemaker, which is what my Pete needed. I mean, that's what he got from his mum. We'd do everything for them, we spoil them and then we send them out helpless into the world, hoping they'll find a substitute mum. I don't think you ever come under that heading. Maybe you was being personal, Pat, but I wasn't. I was just fighting for my home.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur Fowler to Pat: We went to the pictures - you, me and Pete, but Pete didn't show up. It must have been the [only] time we were alone together. We were teenagers. I thought you were very nice, sexy and very nice. Sitting there in the dark together, I can remember your scent.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Amazing how quickly sexy turns to slag.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur: You were very attractive. What was it called, that film? I know it was funny because you were laughing, but then you always did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: What?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur: Laugh. You were noted for it. You were laughing so much, the couple in the front complained even though it was a comedy. He was an older fella, posh overcoat. She was a young woman and we thought she was ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: His secretary. Red lining in the coat.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur: Oh, I don't remember that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: I do, because he draped it over the seat next to me. And they complained about us so much, I stuffed my ice cream in his pocket, and it melted.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur: You didn't, did you?! Now you see, that's what I liked about you, you were always joking. He got what he deserved anyway.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat on Arthur: He was the only one who didn't give me a hard time when I married Pete. He always took people at face value.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Pauline: Lou could be evil. Always managed to make me feel like something the cat brought in. Me and Pete never stood a chance with her looming in the background. You could be just as bad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat on getting married: I was pretty wobbly my first time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lou to Pat: When you married my Pete, at the reception, Pete made a speech thanking me and your mum for getting the food all ready and laying the</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">tables out all nice. Then I got a big bunch of flowers and you gave me this brooch. I never wore it. It was too flashy for me. I suppose it reminded me of</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: I got [it] in the Markhouse Road. It was a toss-up between this and a ruby one. This one was cheaper.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat on marrying Pete: It was the worst thing I ever did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kenny Beale to Pete: It was no love match of the century, you and [Pat]. She was after a husband. You were the first mug to fall for it. She was a devious, cunning bitch. She couldn't give a sod about you, couldn't give a sod about anybody. You got sold a dud there. She was never worth crossing the street for.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: I married Peter Beale because the only man I ever really loved left me high and dry. I took him because he was the best of a bad bunch.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kenny: Who was the other man?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: It certainly wasn't you. You had no more to offer than him. There were others, each one as lousy as the last - little boys trying to be big men.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Frank: Why do you think I married Pete? I wasn't in love with him. It was you I was mad about. I did it to spite you. You wouldn't give your wife the elbow. I wanted to get back at you and the only way I knew was to get a band of gold the same as you. And because of that, I went and got myself hitched to a bloke I couldn't give a toss about. And that's when it all started to go wrong.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat on Frank: When I lost him, I thought "who cares?" Over the years, I found I did — more than I realised.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lou to Pat: I think I know why you were like you were. You found the perfect man for you right at the beginning, didn't you? Being the sort of person you are, you fell for him hook line and sinker. Well you've never done things by halves, have you? And he let you down badly. You've been taking your revenge ever since. On all men.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Frank: I always thought, the same as June, that you needed to [get married]. Did you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: He was premature.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete to Pat: You tricked me into marrying you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lou to Pat: You lied when you married my son. You used the oldest and foulest trick in the book. You said you was pregnant. You don't have to be a</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">mathematician to work out that lie.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat on a china cat: Pete got me this on our honeymoon. I always hated the way it stares at you. I don't know why I kept it really.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Billy Mitchell: Because it reminds you of him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Richard Bird: 1961, Hackney Empire, Cliff Richard the top of the bill.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: I went to that show. I was sixteen at the time. I saved up for four months to get a ticket.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: I always used to have my Nick in bed by seven at [the age of two].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot to Nick: I always made sure you wore your jacket no matter what. Remember what I used to tell you? "If it keeps the cold out, it'll keep the heat in."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: I used to sit here [the garden in Albert Square] with my Nick when he was little. This place was a lot different then. And babies, they were perambulated up and down the pavements in a gleaming pram with great big wheels.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: Charlie and me used to try a jigsaw once in a while. Somehow, we never managed to finish.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: I remember when me and my Charlie had to move from our first place. We used Nick's pram and Shanks's pony. Took us the best part of a week. It's a nightmare, moving.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mo Butcher: When I think of the removals I've done in my time - on a handcart in the middle of the night sometimes.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather Trott, speaking about Dot on October 11th 2011: She’s been working at the launderette fifty years. Today must be the anniversary.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Fatboy: I didn’t even know they had washing machines back then.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot on the launderette: Fifty odd years I’ve worked here and not once have I asked for a penny before me wages was due.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: I’ve worked all my life and I’ve paid my taxes and I ain’t never been a nuisance.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: We [women] all worked, but we didn’t call it being a domestic goddess, we called it putting food on the table.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: Nigger brown — I knit my Charlie a lovely pullover in that shade one Christmas.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot on Christmas: We had the lot here in Walford, you know - Jews, Chinkies, Eyeties - all joining in the season of good tidings, compliments of the season and that. It didn't seem to bother people in them days. And generous - it was half a crown for your dustman. Even the postman got a drink in them days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Yeah, I remember that — post on Christmas morning, glass of sweet sherry and a kiss under the mistletoe for the postman.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: I didn't go that far.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Remember our first Christmas together, Pete, as husband and wife? We wanted to be on our own, didn't we? Course, we didn't get up till midday. Must have been all that boozing the night before. I didn't get the turkey in the oven till gone three. Well, we were a bit delayed, weren't we? Must have been all that sexy underwear you got me. And a visit to the boozer. Lunch was a disaster. I was blind drunk. We didn't need food in them days, did we? Living on love, weren't we?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kathy to Pat: You loved [Pete].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Yeah, I did. Maybe.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete on Pat: She was a lot warmer in them days, a lot calmer, a lot softer. She wasn't such a lump then. Life hadn't passed her by. People hadn't got at her.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 115899, member: 22"] [SIZE=5][u]1961[/u] Peggy to her sons, Phil and Grant: I brought you two into this world. Me and worry go back a long way. Peggy: Phil, he was a month early. I was just coming out the cinema. What was that film now? Oh yeah - [i]Please Don’t Eat the Daisies[/i], Doris Day. Anyway, Eric was over in Bethnal Green having a fight so I had to make me own way to the hospital. Three buses it took and in my state — and that was the days before drugs when it was just a deep breath, a wet flannel and a cup of tea if you were lucky. Seventeen hours I was in labour. Turned out Phil was breech. Eric showed up in the middle of the night at the hospital covered in blood with his ear hanging off. Honey Edwards: So it was bad then? Peggy: What? Honey: Giving birth. Peggy: No, no, no. Not at all - just a twinge. Nothing to worry about, darling. Ian Beale on Phil: That man was born wound up. Peggy: When I first held Phil in my arms, his little eyes gazing up at me, I made a promise to him there and then I’d always be there for him. Peggy to Phil: You’re my best boy and you always have been. Peggy on Phil: I’ve done a few bad things in my time, but I never thought I gave birth to a coward. Phil on his Grandpa Phil: I was named after him. Peggy: My Phil, he was so cute as a baby, bless him. He was always grizzling. Peggy on the Mitchell christening shawl: It's been in our family for at least three generations, that has. Peggy: People used to make christening [gowns] out of their wedding dresses. Kevin Wicks: In the sixties, all the cots were painted with lead based paint. We used to lick it and chew it. Peggy: Yeah, that’s true. Ruby Allen to her father Johnny: When you was younger, I don’t suppose you was exactly a saint. Pauline Fowler on Johnny: Didn't have him pegged for a boy scout, not after the stories we used to hear. Johnny Allen: Things were really quite different in those days. Times were hard. Look, I’m not saying they were the good old days or anything like that, it’s just that some of us grew up with — well, a different attitude towards the law. Pat to Ruby: The world your dad moved in, the world a lot of people moved in back then — the world was changing so fast. Beforehand, you knew your place. You did what your dad did, probably — got a job, worked hard. And then of all a sudden, all those old ways went out the window, and it was people like your dad had to start making new rules. Ruby: What rules? He didn’t live by any. Pat: Oh yes, he did. More than most, actually. He had rules and in a weird sort of way, you could absolutely rely on him. If Johnny Allen liked you, if he trusted you, that was it, he’d stand by you one hundred percent. Ruby: Honour among thieves, eh? Pat: The sort of people he mixed with, what else could he rely on? He mixed with some very dodgy characters in some very dodgy circles. He had to suss people out quickly. He had to trust his instincts and all. He wasn’t often wrong about people. He couldn’t afford to be. Ruby: So you were involved with crime? Johnny: Nowadays, some of it wouldn’t even be regarded as crime. I was involved with clubs that sold alcohol after ten thirty — big deal. It’s just the way it was. Pat: I’ve seen a whole list of people stand up to Johnny Allen over the years, and every single one of them wished they hadn’t. Well, he didn’t get his reputation helping little old ladies across the road, did he? There’s two sides to Johnny. One minute, he can be the perfect gent. The next ... Johnny: I know what my reputation is. I fought hard to get it. Ruby: Have you ever had anyone beaten up? Johnny: No, I did it myself. When I was about twenty-two, I was working in this club and there was this guy in there and he was getting drunker and drunker and louder and louder and then he started on the girl he was with. And he slapped her really hard across the face so I stepped in and I threw him out. Then he started in on me so I beat him up, but it turned out he was a bit of a face. His brother was one of the biggest villains around at the time so my boss sent me off to Brighton to work, for my own protection. Well, when I came back a few months later, I was a face — “Johnny the Giant Killer.” And when you’re given a reputation like that, you don’t argue, not at twenty-two. You lap it up. But that’s all it was, Ruby — reputation. I might have done a few things in my time that I’m not really proud of, but I’m not a monster. Pauline to Dot: I’m old enough to remember what it was like round here when his [Johnny’s] sort were running things, and you certainly are. Pat on her sister Joan: I remember seeing her dressed in these silly girlish clothes like she was some big kid even though she was ... I suppose she must have been in her twenties. Hair in bunches, pink velvet ribbons — it was miserable. Pat, looking at a photo of Joan: Her twenty-first birthday. She was all togged up with ribbons in her hair and a dress that was two sizes too small. I was enjoying everything the sixties had to chuck at me and my big sister was still being dressed like a six year old. Johnny Allen: Green, dark emerald green — that's how I remember you. You had that dress. Pat: I had a lot of dresses. Johnny: I know. I paid for most of them. Johnny: I remember a time you'd always be pleased to see me. Pat: Only because I wanted you to think that. Johnny: My Patricia always did like giving as good as she got. Pat: Nobody calls me that. Johnny: I always did. Pat: You always liked to have things your own way, didn't you? Norman Simmonds: The Pat I used to know was never backward in pushing herself forward. Ricky Butcher, looking at Big Mo in 2011: About forty, fifty years ago, mini-skirt and a face full of slap, eyelashes, I reckon she’d be all right. Michael Moon: No I can’t see it, mate. Some old boots were just young boots once. Yolande Trueman: How much was the price of gin back then? Big Mo: About four shillings, weren't it? Dot: We put a shilling in [the meter]. We never had no TV. Pauline: I used to love the pictures when I was young, the love stories. That's what I used to think it was going to be like, like it was in the pictures. I thought I'd grow up, get married, have a nice house, all bright and sunny, lots of children. My husband would be cross at me for spending too much, but not for long. We'd be happy. Pauline: I always wanted children. Lou to Pauline: I wanted everything for you. Nice house, kids, no need to work. Joe Macer: Would you have done anything different, looking back? Pauline: Yeah. Probably would have gone to secretarial college, you know — seen a bit more of the world. Then I look around at what the youngsters have to put up with today and I think, “We didn’t have it so bad.” Pauline: I wanted to be an air hostess. I could just see myself in one of those smart suits with the little perky hat. Pauline: I always wanted to live on a farm. Must have had something to do with listening to [i]The Archers[/i]. Danny Taurus (aka Danny Travers) to Pauline: You always used to be a dreamer. You were going to go round the world, weren't you? See the Taj Mahal in the moonlight. Pauline: Never did though, did I? Michelle to Pauline: You'd left school [by the age of fifteen]. You were already working full time. Pauline: Even when I was young, it was all work and worry. Stan Carter on his grandson Dean: He’s hotheaded, like I was at his age [twenty-seven]. Stan to Babe Smith: I’ve seen through you since the very first day we met. You’re a selfish, vindictive woman, at your best when manipulating people, especially the members of your own family. Babe to her sister Sylvie: I saw [Stan] first. He was mine. He should have been mine, but no — you had to get in there, didn’t you? Fluttering your fake lashes, dropping your drawers. Stan on Sylvie: She always did know how to make an entrance. Babe: Sylvie was always the popular one. Sylvie on Babe: No-one ever loved her. Stan on Sylvie and Babe: I chose the swan over the ugly duckling. Stan: I made some funny choices when I was younger, [Sylvie] included. [SIZE=5]Stan on Sylvie: Out every weekend, dancing in Soho. Cora Cross: I knew plenty of girls like Sylvie. Always thought they were a cut above. Stan: I know I couldn’t keep up with her.[/SIZE] Sylvie on Stan: He was never all that in bed. Climb on top of you stinking of fish. I’ve had loads better.[/SIZE] [SIZE=5]Stan to Sylvie: We had some good times, happy times, remember? Sylvie: Stan, you always made me laugh. Dean Wicks to Stan and Sylvie: Did you ever have a song, the two of you? [‘Unforgettable’ by Nat King Cole] Babe to Sylvie: It’s not your song, it’s mine. It was always my song. You stole it, like you steal everything. Sylvie to Babe: You’ve always been jealous. Stan to Babe: You’ve always been a selfish cow. [SIZE=5]Stan to Babe: You just do whatever’s right for you. You always have.[/SIZE] Babe: I know we’ve had our disagreements over the years. Stan: To put it mildly. Sylvie on her necklace: It’s always been my favourite. Stan gave it to me when we were courting. It used to belong to Diana Dors. Stan cycled all the way from Billingsgate to St James’s, marched into the sales room still reeking of fish guts. Babe: Rubbish. Feel the weight — tin on glass. Sylvie: That’s not true. Tell her, Stan. Stan: Your sister’s right. Picked it up in Rathbone Market. Cost me a light. Cora on Sylvie: Did you love her? Stan: What sort of a question’s that? Pauline: Life's just like a blank page when you're sixteen, isn't it? Arthur: I was still wearing my cousin's cast offs when I was eighteen. Pauline: Yeah. Cousin Sheila. Peggy, speaking to Charlie Slater in 2008: Does Nathan Detroit know you’ve got his suit on? Charlie: Nice bit of schmutter, this. Used to be me old man’s. Mo Butcher on Frank: I caught him going round one of them strip shows one night and I gave him a right hiding. Frank Butcher: I was nineteen years old at the time. Pat: [I had sex in a] Zephyr. Pauline: That's a car! Pat: Nothing to be ashamed of. We was in love, or at least we thought we were. I reckon I was on the rebound from Frank. Pauline: What happened to the bloke then? Pat: He ran off a couple of weeks later with somebody else. Judith Cronin, her name was. Her dad run the local boozer. Pat: Do you know how many piers I’ve jumped off in me life? And it always hurts. It’s always broken some part of me, but I don’t regret one single solitary time. Jane Beale: Pat certainly got around. Ian Beale: You could say that Pat: There was a group of us round here. Well, me and a group of eligible bachelors - more like randy so and so's - well, me and this group, we all used to go round together. There was Pete, me, Kenny, Den. Den Watts on Pat: Good looking lady, really fanciable. We knocked around together. Pat: I used to think you were the bee's knees, you know. Den: Just shows what good taste you had in those days then. Pat: Shows what a jerk I was. Den to Pat: What I liked you about you, you never pretended. You always liked a good time. Big Mo to Pat: You weren't frightened of what anybody thought. Norman Simmonds: Pat Harris would do anything for a laugh. Johnny on Pat: She always was a little cow. Pat to Den: I was never a slag. For all you lot may have talked about me in the gents, I only came across for special blokes. Men have always liked my company. Jimmy, Frank's pal: Pat's always been a handful. Time was, blokes would be queuing up to have a go. Angie Watts on Pat: She used to be so pretty. Den used to fancy her rotten. I envied her. Pat to Den: Remember the old times, Denny? Me and Pete, you and Ange — you and me on the odd occasion. Angie: When me and Pat and Kath were kids, we all went out with each other's fellas. It was like "pass the parcel". Kathy: When I met Pete, all I knew was that I wanted to have his child. Even when he married Pat, I knew I'd get him in the end. I just knew it, don't ask me how. It was all I wanted then. Pat on herself and Den: We got it together once and it was lousy. We were kids, you know — "You show me yours, I'll show you mine." We were out from behind that bike shed like bats out of Hell. Den on sleeping with Pat: [It was a] long time ago, before the creation of Man. Dead before it started. Pete on fighting over Pat: You [Den] punched me in the gut and I kneed you. Pete: I got into enough trouble [as a teenager]. I got picked up for DDA once. It was only a joyride, but Mum thought I was turning into a right little Al Capone. Boy, did she give me a belting. She was right though. I could have gone either way. Lou: Them cousins of mine in Stepney, they was just the same. At a certain point, they could have gone one way or the other, straight or crooked. Pete: Me dad, he warned me about Pat all along. Did I hate him for it. Pauline: [Pete and Albert] fell out over Pat. Pete on Albert: He was a nice old man, didn't do me any harm, but I don't think he was the pillar of virtue that Mum makes him out to be. I used to think, "How can someone so old be so stupid?" Pat: When I got engaged to Pete Beale, there wasn't money for a ring. Pete: I wanted to be a Redcoat - Tommy Steele. Got married instead. Pat to Pete: You were flattered the sexiest girl in the street wanted to marry you. Den to Pat: Pete always said he had his work cut out with you. Pat to Pete: If you'd have used your loaf, you'd have never got tangled with me. You was a nice bloke. I made mincemeat out of you. Pete: I think I only married her because Pop died. Keep the family going. Pat: Pete wanted a wife so he could get away from that mother of his. She's the one that's behind all of this. Pat to Lou: Nothing was good enough for your precious family. You never wanted me. I wasn't good enough for your precious boy. You made it impossible from the start. I'll never forget the way you interfered in my life. Pat: For years, I thought Lou Beale hated me — what I was, what I'd done. A cheat, a brass. Pat to Lou: You never liked me and the feeling was mutual. Lou to Pat: You weren't the right type for [Pete]. You weren't right for each other. You had too much life in you. You got bored easy. Oh, you did. You were always looking for excitement round the corner. You wasn't a homemaker, which is what my Pete needed. I mean, that's what he got from his mum. We'd do everything for them, we spoil them and then we send them out helpless into the world, hoping they'll find a substitute mum. I don't think you ever come under that heading. Maybe you was being personal, Pat, but I wasn't. I was just fighting for my home. Arthur Fowler to Pat: We went to the pictures - you, me and Pete, but Pete didn't show up. It must have been the [only] time we were alone together. We were teenagers. I thought you were very nice, sexy and very nice. Sitting there in the dark together, I can remember your scent. Pat: Amazing how quickly sexy turns to slag. Arthur: You were very attractive. What was it called, that film? I know it was funny because you were laughing, but then you always did. Pat: What? Arthur: Laugh. You were noted for it. You were laughing so much, the couple in the front complained even though it was a comedy. He was an older fella, posh overcoat. She was a young woman and we thought she was ... Pat: His secretary. Red lining in the coat. Arthur: Oh, I don't remember that. Pat: I do, because he draped it over the seat next to me. And they complained about us so much, I stuffed my ice cream in his pocket, and it melted. Arthur: You didn't, did you?! Now you see, that's what I liked about you, you were always joking. He got what he deserved anyway. Pat on Arthur: He was the only one who didn't give me a hard time when I married Pete. He always took people at face value. Pat to Pauline: Lou could be evil. Always managed to make me feel like something the cat brought in. Me and Pete never stood a chance with her looming in the background. You could be just as bad. Pat on getting married: I was pretty wobbly my first time. Lou to Pat: When you married my Pete, at the reception, Pete made a speech thanking me and your mum for getting the food all ready and laying the tables out all nice. Then I got a big bunch of flowers and you gave me this brooch. I never wore it. It was too flashy for me. I suppose it reminded me of you. Pat: I got [it] in the Markhouse Road. It was a toss-up between this and a ruby one. This one was cheaper. Pat on marrying Pete: It was the worst thing I ever did. Kenny Beale to Pete: It was no love match of the century, you and [Pat]. She was after a husband. You were the first mug to fall for it. She was a devious, cunning bitch. She couldn't give a sod about you, couldn't give a sod about anybody. You got sold a dud there. She was never worth crossing the street for. Pat: I married Peter Beale because the only man I ever really loved left me high and dry. I took him because he was the best of a bad bunch. Kenny: Who was the other man? Pat: It certainly wasn't you. You had no more to offer than him. There were others, each one as lousy as the last - little boys trying to be big men. Pat to Frank: Why do you think I married Pete? I wasn't in love with him. It was you I was mad about. I did it to spite you. You wouldn't give your wife the elbow. I wanted to get back at you and the only way I knew was to get a band of gold the same as you. And because of that, I went and got myself hitched to a bloke I couldn't give a toss about. And that's when it all started to go wrong. Pat on Frank: When I lost him, I thought "who cares?" Over the years, I found I did — more than I realised. Lou to Pat: I think I know why you were like you were. You found the perfect man for you right at the beginning, didn't you? Being the sort of person you are, you fell for him hook line and sinker. Well you've never done things by halves, have you? And he let you down badly. You've been taking your revenge ever since. On all men. Frank: I always thought, the same as June, that you needed to [get married]. Did you? Pat: He was premature. Pete to Pat: You tricked me into marrying you. Lou to Pat: You lied when you married my son. You used the oldest and foulest trick in the book. You said you was pregnant. You don't have to be a mathematician to work out that lie. Pat on a china cat: Pete got me this on our honeymoon. I always hated the way it stares at you. I don't know why I kept it really. Billy Mitchell: Because it reminds you of him. Pat: Yeah. Richard Bird: 1961, Hackney Empire, Cliff Richard the top of the bill. Peggy: I went to that show. I was sixteen at the time. I saved up for four months to get a ticket. Dot: I always used to have my Nick in bed by seven at [the age of two]. Dot to Nick: I always made sure you wore your jacket no matter what. Remember what I used to tell you? "If it keeps the cold out, it'll keep the heat in." Dot: I used to sit here [the garden in Albert Square] with my Nick when he was little. This place was a lot different then. And babies, they were perambulated up and down the pavements in a gleaming pram with great big wheels. Dot: Charlie and me used to try a jigsaw once in a while. Somehow, we never managed to finish. Dot: I remember when me and my Charlie had to move from our first place. We used Nick's pram and Shanks's pony. Took us the best part of a week. It's a nightmare, moving. Mo Butcher: When I think of the removals I've done in my time - on a handcart in the middle of the night sometimes. Heather Trott, speaking about Dot on October 11th 2011: She’s been working at the launderette fifty years. Today must be the anniversary. Fatboy: I didn’t even know they had washing machines back then. Dot on the launderette: Fifty odd years I’ve worked here and not once have I asked for a penny before me wages was due. Dot: I’ve worked all my life and I’ve paid my taxes and I ain’t never been a nuisance. Dot: We [women] all worked, but we didn’t call it being a domestic goddess, we called it putting food on the table. Dot: Nigger brown — I knit my Charlie a lovely pullover in that shade one Christmas. Dot on Christmas: We had the lot here in Walford, you know - Jews, Chinkies, Eyeties - all joining in the season of good tidings, compliments of the season and that. It didn't seem to bother people in them days. And generous - it was half a crown for your dustman. Even the postman got a drink in them days. Pat: Yeah, I remember that — post on Christmas morning, glass of sweet sherry and a kiss under the mistletoe for the postman. Dot: I didn't go that far. Pat: Remember our first Christmas together, Pete, as husband and wife? We wanted to be on our own, didn't we? Course, we didn't get up till midday. Must have been all that boozing the night before. I didn't get the turkey in the oven till gone three. Well, we were a bit delayed, weren't we? Must have been all that sexy underwear you got me. And a visit to the boozer. Lunch was a disaster. I was blind drunk. We didn't need food in them days, did we? Living on love, weren't we? Kathy to Pat: You loved [Pete]. Pat: Yeah, I did. Maybe. Pete on Pat: She was a lot warmer in them days, a lot calmer, a lot softer. She wasn't such a lump then. Life hadn't passed her by. People hadn't got at her.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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