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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 117911" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle on helping Arthur with the decorating: I can't look at a pencil or a pair of scissors without thinking of you shouting at me — "When I say pencil, you give me a pencil. When I say brush, you give me a brush ..."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lou to Michelle: I always knew when you was naughty when you was a child. You used to twist your fingers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline on Michelle: She used to sing 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow'. She used to stand on that mat. How old was she, seven?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie Slater to Kat: You used to wake up every morning singing. You made me laugh every day. From the minute you woke up to the minute you went to bed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather on "Bugsy Malone”: We did that at my drama club. 'My name is Tallulah.'</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ben Mitchell: You were Tallulah?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather: No, I was Crowd, but I wanted to be — beautiful, up on stage. My big dream when I was nine.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Phil: I didn't like musicals.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: What was “Tommy” then? I seem to remember a certain young man doing his Keith Moon impressions with chopsticks and breaking my best vase.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sharon to Angie: You used to read me stories from "The Water Babies". Mrs Do As You Would Be Done By, I liked her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mark: Didn't you used to read us ["The Pied Piper of Hamlin"]?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur: Yeah, I think I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mark: I used to have these nightmares about these big rats running all over the place.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur: Didn't do you any harm.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle: That's a matter of opinion.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Andrew Cotton: I never had bedtime stories when I was a kid. Mum tried, but they always ended up being about her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: Do you remember when you was a kid, right, there was a story about the old lady who lived in a shoe? She had loads of children, all right, and it was full of mice and they used to use the lace holes as windows and there was a little washing line and that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Garry: We had Noddy. Lived in a mushroom.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: What? No, Garry, you're wrong. Noddy never lived in a mushroom.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kate Morton: I must have been about three or four, and me and my mam had been to the swings and we're walking home and this police car stopped and my dad's inside and he says, "Hop in. I'll give you a lift home." I felt like a princess in a golden carriage, you see, because I know that my dad does the most important job in the world because he's a policeman and he fights the baddies and I know this because my mam's told me so. So there I am in the back of the police car and there's me dad in his uniform and I feel so proud of him, so proud. He might not have been much of a dad, but he was my dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kate on her father: He was always a drinker. All I can remember is whiskey and being scared of him. If it hadn't been for whiskey, he might have been a proper dad to me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: When I was forty, I still had me face.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Me too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: And me figure.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Me too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: And I thought it was the end of the world.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Oh, me too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: I remember when I went up to Oxford Street. Treated meself to a nice little black number — velour, low at the front, low at the back, split up</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">the side.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: I had a dress exactly like that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: Then I got home, went upstairs, got it out the bag, held it up in front of me, looked in the mirror and I thought ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: You're too old to wear that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: How do you know?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Been there, Mo, done it, got the little black dress.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: Did you take yours back to the shop?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: Me too. Wished I'd have kept it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Me too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: I was a perfect size ten.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Yeah, yeah!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: I was!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: In your dreams.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: I got me [driving] licence. I passed first time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nana Moon: Don't drive, never have.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot to Marge Green: It beats me how your poor dear mother ever let you [work at Doris's guest house].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Marge: You see, there wasn't much on offer, not down the labour, and me never being on the workforce before, it was either a metre maid, or collecting them shopping trollies in some car park, or Doris's.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin Wicks: I haven’t had a day off since I was sixteen and a half.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Blossom Jackson: I worked on the sites for a while, building sites, catering for hundreds of men, all hungry for a greasy fry up after all that concreting</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">and brick laying.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete Beale on brick laying: Done my aunt's wall once, down the coast.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Darren Roberts: I had a bit of trouble with a girl, and a few other things. After that, I proved I was man enough so I got on with being one.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Darren’s mother to his sister Carmel: [Darren] was a bad boy. He let down your father's good name.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carmel Roberts: Darren was about sixteen when they chucked him out. My dad hasn't spoken to him since.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Darren to Carmel: You know how it was, sis — me, the only son with four sisters. That's a pressure. You were the only one that understood that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David Wicks: Back in my day, if you wanted to know about women, you asked your mates.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alan Jackson: When you were a teenager, did you go for the steady sort?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol Jackson: No, I didn't.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: I thought I knew it all. I didn't think there was anything for me at school. Except girls. I'm not proud of the way I was. I did a lot of crazy things,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">silly things.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Trouble follows you wherever you go.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Once upon a time, that’s just what you liked about me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Judy Webber, she used to hang around with my David.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy: What was I thinking about?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: That’s exactly what my David used to say.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Joe Wicks, David's son: How old were you when you met my dad?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Oh — thirteen, fourteen. I knew him when I was at school. We weren't together very long.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David, looking around a gentrified cafe in 2014: It’s changed, isn’t it? Where’s all the filthy ashtrays gone? I used to love that jukebox over there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: That time I caught you kissing Stephanie Dobson. In this caff.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: I didn’t think you and I were that serious, not then. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Well I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: I was a teenager, weren’t I?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol on David: He was always a rat.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to his and Carol’s grandson Liam: If I gave up on your nan every time she was angry at me, we’d never have got past holding hands. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David on his relationship with Carol: I was a kid. It was a mistake.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood Ahmed: Do you remember when you were a kid and anything was possible?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Just.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to Carol: I remember once when we was hopping about together, you told me you was going to conquer the world. You said you was going to make it sit up and notice you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: An air hostess, that's what I wanted to be when I was a kid. I remember asking about it at school. You know what it was?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alan: A chance to see the world?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: No, it was a job with a uniform.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: All the things I wanted to do, everything I wanted to be, it all went wrong. It's no wonder, the way I was. You couldn't tell me anything at all. I always knew best.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: I remember being [fourteen], excited about babies and weddings, all that rubbish. Couldn't wait. Didn't wait. David Wicks has a lot to answer for.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: When you know somebody when they’re young, it’s a privilege, you see, because you get to know the real person before life screws them over and teaches them how to hide their wounds. I knew you when you were young, Carol.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: You were pretty. You were one of the prettiest things I'd ever seen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You always did go for the good looking ones, didn't you, David?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: That's true. You were very attractive.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You were full of it then, but then words always came easy to you, didn’t they?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: I’ve always believed in less talk and more action.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You were my first love, David.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David on Carol: A teenage sweetheart, nothing more.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol on David: I’ve loved him since I was a kid, since I was thirteen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: My mum used to say, “The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.” Of course, she was talking about my dad. With some people it’s booze, drugs, fags. With me, it’s always been David.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You got me [a ‘Greatest Hits of 1976’ cassette] for my fourteenth birthday.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: You spilt coke over that if I rightly remember. We didn’t have [a cassette player].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You promised you’d get me one for my fifteenth.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: And I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: And you promised me you’d get me ‘The Greatest Hits of 1977’.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: I did that as well.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You promised you’d never hurt me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Do you remember Clive Salisbury’s fourteenth birthday party? I’d been drinking some dodgy concoction. Sick as a dog I was.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Oh yes, cider and pernod and black.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Classy. Anyway, you cleaned me up and you put my head in your lap and you were stroking my hair.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Do you remember that time we snuck that bottle of Asti out of your dad’s drinks cabinet?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Oh yeah. You held my hair back whilst I threw up at the side of the road.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Always the gentleman.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Did you ever love Carol?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: No. We were kids, Mum. What do kids know about love? We were just having a bit of fun, that's all.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: I reckon Carol loved you, before her brothers put their oar in.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David on Carol's sister April: She was the one who got us in to see "Jaws", do you remember? Oh no, you wouldn't because you spent half the film under the seat.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Yeah, well I was only fourteen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: It was a laugh though, weren't it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Do you remember [watching “King Kong”]? I always used to call you my Jessica Lange.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You were hoping that I’d call you my King Kong. We never did get to the end of it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Too busy snogging, that’s why.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David on April Branning: She was all right, April. Only one of [Carol]'s lot I had any time for.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek Branning on April: That slob.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David on April: Lovely girl. Not as lovely as [Carol], of course.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max Branning on Carol: Lovely girl. I used to know her well. Very strong-willed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max on Carol: You know what our sister’s like.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack Branning: No, I don’t. Never have done. You’ve always been closer to her, haven’t you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: And that ain’t saying a lot, let’s face it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat remembering Carol as a girl: I can see a kid in a school uniform with a safety pin through her ear.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David, speaking about Roxy Mitchell in 2012: Big mouth, bit wild — reminds me of someone I used to know [Carol].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Whitney Dean on an old photo of David and Carol: Look at his spots!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sonia: How old were you here?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Thirteen, fourteen — I can’t have been much more. That photo was taken at some grotty school dance. All we used to talk about back then [was how we were] going to live on a desert island somewhere. Mind you, that was as much to get away from Derek as anything else.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol looking at another photo of her and David: Look at me posing away, not a care in the world.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: You always did make me laugh.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You were trying to look like John Travolta and I had a bad hair day.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: I wanted to be John Travolta. I used to go to Youth Club with a quiff, menthol cigarette, and me nan made me these black satin trousers, right, and there used to be a queue of girls just waiting to be Olivia Newton-John. Till the gusset went.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick: We used to have a laugh. Remember when we took my bike to Southend? What was that film we saw?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Yvonne: ‘Grease’. You called me Sandy for weeks afterwards.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Yvonne: My mother always warned me, “Never trust a boy on a bike.” She was right.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick: The Vonny I used to know, the one that rode on the back of my bike, she weren’t scared of no-one. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Yvonne: Except you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick: Me?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Yvonne: You broke my heart.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to Carol: God, I was such an idiot. They were great days though, eh? We didn't have a care in the world.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol on ‘Misty Blue’ by Dorothy Moore: Summer of ’76, if I remember rightly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Me and you in my mum’s front room.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: We bunked off school.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Probably.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to David: I walked in on you and Carol Branning once. You give me that look — defiant.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: You said David was [the one].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Yes, he was. Not that you approved. I’ve still got the bruises to prove it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: You gave back as good as you got.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol on David: He was the first bloke I went with. We was just kids back then. We didn't know anything. So of course, I fell pregnant. I was fourteen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: When you're young, you experiment, you make mistakes. So I ended up with Bianca.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to daughter Bianca: You were just something that come along after a bit of unexciting groping and fumbling down by the canal.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David on Walford Canal: That's where we used to — that's where Bianca got started.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Great start, weren't it, eh? Fumbling in the bushes by a dirty canal.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: It weren't that bad. I used to get so nervous. I used to get this tight knot right in my stomach right there, just waiting for the evening to come.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You could have fooled me. You were always so cocky.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Well, that was part of my macho image, weren't it? You used to have to sneak out of your house, avoid your brothers. That [summer] was [hot].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sweltering down there, even at night.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Yeah, all them little midges getting in places that they shouldn't.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to Carol: I’ll say what I said that night in ’76, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: I’ve always loved you, David.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to Carol: I know you think I didn't care about you, but I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David on himself and Carol: What we had was short and sweet, young love and all that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Everything was there for us — not easy, not simple, but it was there. We just threw it away.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: No, we didn't throw it away. It was taken away from us.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sonia on Carol and David: Must have been dead romantic. Must have been like Romeo and Juliet, the whole world against you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: It was nothing like Romeo and Juliet.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean on herself and Brian: We got tickets for a free [Queen] concert in Hyde Park. It was the perfect end to the summer. [Starts singing ‘You’re My Best Friend’ by Queen].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Buster Briggs on The Clash: Camden, ’76. Me and Shirl, we snuck in by a side door. Best night of my life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: I went up the West End for the pregnancy test. When they told me it was positive, I didn't believe them at first. I didn't want to believe them. Well, I went and bought meself an ice cream and sat by the fountains in Trafalgar Square. It was freezing. It was November. I knew they weren't lying. I sat there and I thought, "What am I going to do?" I thought, “I daren't tell my mum”. I knew she'd skin me. So next day, I sent David a note at school asking to meet me at dinnertime. Only he never showed. So I caught up with him after school when he was with his mates. They was all messing around with fireworks and well, he didn't want to talk to me. He chucked this banger thing at me, and when I screamed, he laughed. They all did. Anyway, they started walking off so I followed them. He turned round to me and he told me to leave him alone. He called me a dirty tart and they laughed, but I wanted to tell him so I stuck right behind him. So eventually he had to leave his mates. We went and sat in a bus stop. Cor, it stunk in there — you know, how they do. Anyway, I told him I was pregnant. He just turned and looked at me and he said, "What's it got to do with me?" I said, "You've got to be the dad. I've never been with anybody else." So I just kept saying it over and over — "I've never been with anybody else." In the end, I suppose he believed me because he turned round and he said, "How much it gonna cost?" I said, "What?" He said, "Get rid of it." I said I didn't know if I wanted to get rid of it, I might want to keep it. He was scared. I could see it in his eyes.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David on Carol’s pregnancy: I never told no one. Mind you, I had no one to tell. My mother was hardly the maternal type in those days, too busy getting herself dolled up for her latest fella to stop and listen. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to David: The next thing I know, you come home and told me you got [her] up the spout. You was only fourteen. It's the day I stopped thinking of you as a kid.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Carol: The way you was going at it, Bianca could have any one of ten fathers. You had more traffic through you than the Blackwall Tunnel.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Me, a dad? I couldn’t even work out what football team to support and then one quick fumble and — bang, you have to decide whether this thing gets to become a real life person. I mean, no kid should have to go through that on their own.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol on David: He wanted nothing to do with it. Neither did Pat. A few days later, he came up to me after school and he hands me this envelope with a hundred quid in it, all in dirty five pound notes.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim Branning on Carol: I stood by [her].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max Branning: You up the duff at fourteen - that’s what you’re like, that’s what you’ve always been like. You lose your heart, Carol, just like that [snaps his fingers] and your family have always got to be there to pick up the pieces.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You were seven years old, Max!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: Well, Derek sorted him out, didn’t he, eh? Our brother, he saved you, babe, from a broken heart.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Is that what he saved me from?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: Yeah, he did. David Wicks was a wrong ‘un.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to Joey Branning, Derek’s son: Your dad hated me and, to be honest, I hated him as well. This was a special kind of hate that he saved just for me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek Branning to Carol: All I’ve ever wanted to do is protect you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek: You were fourteen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: And I was in love, Derek. I know I was foolish, I admit that, but it was my choice.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek: It wasn’t just you he [David] messed with. It was my life as well. You remember Jackie Bosch? I went with her for ages when I was seventeen, eighteen. Sixteen, she was. Beautiful, she was. Lovely face, gorgeous figure, like an angel. She was the only woman I ever loved.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: A teenage crush.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek: A crush? A crush? I loved her!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max on Derek and Jackie Bosch: You used to go out.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jackie Bosch: I hardly think I’d call it going out. We went the pictures a couple of times. Can’t for the life of me remember what you [Derek] took me to. You made me sneak in the fire exit. I tell you what I do remember — wandering hands. I used to see quite a lot of boys round then. I was a bit of a looker. And [Derek] — hands everywhere. I ain’t being funny, but your breath didn’t half reek.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jackie to Derek: You were the one that used to bully David Wicks, weren’t you? Didn’t your sister have a thing with him?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jackie to Max: He was a right bully, your brother. I never liked a bully.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek: David Wicks, he got inside my head, got me believing things that I shouldn’t, got me believing things that weren’t even true, got me all riled up, got me jealous, give me the green-eyed monster, got Jackie a slap or two. She was devastated. She was appalled. Her brothers weren’t too pleased either, stabbed me in the back, literally. Look, that’s what I got from him [shows a scar on his back]. He nearly killed me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rainie Cross, looking at the scar on Derek’s back: Did that hurt?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek: No, I barely felt it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Do you know that stab mark down [Derek’s] back?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Joey: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Nothing to do with the fella that stabbed him — my fault, apparently.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Joey: Well, logic never was Derek’s strong point, was it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: No.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek to Carol: I was in the hospital for weeks. I nearly died. You came to see me with the old lady, you remember? Bag of grapes, worried look on your face. Fourteen years old, pretty as a picture. I can see it like it was yesterday. He [David] poisoned the only thing that was good in my life. He messed with you, he messed with me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek, speaking to Carol in 2012: David Wicks got everything he deserved and you know he did. If it wasn't for him, me and Jackie Bosch ... I know I've done wrong. I was the man I was. I had my happiness spoilt thirty-six years ago.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max on Jackie Bosch: I’ve listened to you banging on about her for years, Del.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek: That woman broke my heart.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: I didn’t think you had one.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek: I might still have one if I’d stayed with her, wouldn’t I?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek to Carol: You were such a smart girl. You could have had a hatful of O-levels, A-levels even, but you threw it all away.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek on David: He ruined our sister’s life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol on getting pregnant: It ruined my life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek to Carol: If you’d have only listened to me, if you’d have only listened to your big brother, you’d be in a palace now [2011]. Me round, Sunday lunch, carving. We could have been so close.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Yeah, and if you hadn’t stuck your nose in, I might ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to his daughter Bianca: A couple of weeks after your mum told me she was pregnant, her brothers got hold of me. They jumped me on the way home from school one afternoon. Took it in turn to kick the living daylights out of me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek to David: Me and the lads — you being too thick to get the message. I bet you can remember just how much it hurt, that last beating I gave you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat on Derek: He nearly killed David.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David on himself and Derek: We were close, you know, in the old days. He broke my nose, punctured my lung, broke four ribs.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek on David: Fourteen, he was. Squealed like a pig. Those were the days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek: “Not the face! Not the face!” That’s what David Wicks used to say. It was like his catchphrase — “Not the face!”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Derek got out this knife and he held it right up to my face, right up so I could see it, and he said, "You go near my sister again and I will kill</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">you."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: I was in hospital for a week. I didn’t even get a visit.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to Bianca: Me mum took me out of school and by the Christmas we'd moved away. That was the last I heard of [the Brannings]. Never saw your mum again. I knew nothing about you, I swear.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to David: If you'd have had your way, you'd have had [Bianca] flushed down some hospital toilet.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to Carol: You told me you was going to have an abortion.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat to Carol: David told me you had an abortion.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to Bianca: I didn't want an abortion. I wanted the baby. I wanted you. I loved you from the minute I knew I was expecting you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca to Carol: It’s always just been us, since you were Liam’s age.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek to Bianca: [Carol] was determined to keep you. She loved you so much. You know, her and me nearly came to blows over you, and you want to know why? Because I waved a hundred pound under her nose to get rid of you, to have an abortion. I even marched her down the clinic, but would she? No, she wouldn’t — a plucky little fourteen year old and she wasn’t going to give you up, no matter what happened.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to Bianca: Shall I tell you why I never told you [about your father]? Because David Wicks was just somebody I went with. No big deal. I was a kid. He meant nothing. He walked out on me. It was me that he didn't like, me that he left, not you. I never told him [about you]. He just went off. I thought I'd never see him again. David didn't want to know. So I wanted him out of my life and out of yours.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to David: When you left, I wanted to die. I wanted to kill you as well.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: When Mum took us away, I thought about you a lot.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Yeah, I thought about you too. I hated you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: David Wicks, my knight in shining armour. Soon went rusty when he left me pregnant.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David to Carol: I know you thought I was a pig, but I did care for you. It was just everyone else, wasn't it, getting in the way. My mum, your mum and dad, not to mention your brothers. If me mum hadn't moved us away when she did, I'd have been dead meat.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: We were so young. What do you know at that age, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: I knew that I loved you and I always would. I got over it, of course, got on with my life, another layer to my armour, but feelings that strong, well, they don't ever really go away. Just bury them deep inside.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Do you ever wonder what it might have been like if [Derek] had left us alone?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Us? There was no us. Maybe I would have married you and had loads of kids, but let's face it, it wouldn't have lasted. My life would have been a</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">nightmare. You really hurt me, David.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Louise Raymond on her and Terry's daughter: Tiffany was as good as gold during the day. I had to lie beside her at night otherwise she'd never go off. Had to sing her to sleep every night. Her little face ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: What did you want to be when you grew up?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon Wicks: A pop star like everybody else, I suppose. How about you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: Rich.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: I wanted to be a drummer in a rock band.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick Cotton: You never did like the Sex Pistols, did you, Ma?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon: When I was a kid, I wanted to be a train driver.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather: I used to want to be an artist or an actress or a trombone player or a ballet dancer. You know, I very nearly was a ballet dancer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina Carter: I never did ballet!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sylvie Carter on Tina: Started when she was three. Took her every Saturday morning for a year or more. Looked a picture in her little tutu. “Natural grace,” that’s what her teacher said.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina on Sylvie: She loved dancing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Grant: Tell me what you wanted to be when you grew up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina Harris: A barmaid.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kathy on Nina: She's Ted niece, at least by marriage.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Irene Hills: Nina [is] my sister's girl.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kathy to Nina: We used to have Christmases together when the kids were young. You'd just started wearing a bra, as I remember.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: I've been looking through the old Nativity Play photos. It was 1976, wasn't it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: Yeah. I was Joseph, Michelle was Mary. I was so nervous, I forgot all me lines. Me dad never let me live it down.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ted Hills: Last time I saw you was New Year's Eve. You must have been six or seven.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: Yeah, I remember. You didn't buy me a present.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ted: It was a flying visit.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 117911, member: 22"] [SIZE=5]Michelle on helping Arthur with the decorating: I can't look at a pencil or a pair of scissors without thinking of you shouting at me — "When I say pencil, you give me a pencil. When I say brush, you give me a brush ..." Lou to Michelle: I always knew when you was naughty when you was a child. You used to twist your fingers. Pauline on Michelle: She used to sing 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow'. She used to stand on that mat. How old was she, seven? Charlie Slater to Kat: You used to wake up every morning singing. You made me laugh every day. From the minute you woke up to the minute you went to bed. Heather on "Bugsy Malone”: We did that at my drama club. 'My name is Tallulah.' Ben Mitchell: You were Tallulah? Heather: No, I was Crowd, but I wanted to be — beautiful, up on stage. My big dream when I was nine. Phil: I didn't like musicals. Peggy: What was “Tommy” then? I seem to remember a certain young man doing his Keith Moon impressions with chopsticks and breaking my best vase. Sharon to Angie: You used to read me stories from "The Water Babies". Mrs Do As You Would Be Done By, I liked her. Mark: Didn't you used to read us ["The Pied Piper of Hamlin"]? Arthur: Yeah, I think I did. Mark: I used to have these nightmares about these big rats running all over the place. Arthur: Didn't do you any harm. Michelle: That's a matter of opinion. Andrew Cotton: I never had bedtime stories when I was a kid. Mum tried, but they always ended up being about her. Alfie: Do you remember when you was a kid, right, there was a story about the old lady who lived in a shoe? She had loads of children, all right, and it was full of mice and they used to use the lace holes as windows and there was a little washing line and that. Garry: We had Noddy. Lived in a mushroom. Alfie: What? No, Garry, you're wrong. Noddy never lived in a mushroom. Kate Morton: I must have been about three or four, and me and my mam had been to the swings and we're walking home and this police car stopped and my dad's inside and he says, "Hop in. I'll give you a lift home." I felt like a princess in a golden carriage, you see, because I know that my dad does the most important job in the world because he's a policeman and he fights the baddies and I know this because my mam's told me so. So there I am in the back of the police car and there's me dad in his uniform and I feel so proud of him, so proud. He might not have been much of a dad, but he was my dad. Kate on her father: He was always a drinker. All I can remember is whiskey and being scared of him. If it hadn't been for whiskey, he might have been a proper dad to me. Big Mo: When I was forty, I still had me face. Pat: Me too. Big Mo: And me figure. Pat: Me too. Big Mo: And I thought it was the end of the world. Pat: Oh, me too. Big Mo: I remember when I went up to Oxford Street. Treated meself to a nice little black number — velour, low at the front, low at the back, split up the side. Pat: I had a dress exactly like that. Big Mo: Then I got home, went upstairs, got it out the bag, held it up in front of me, looked in the mirror and I thought ... Pat: You're too old to wear that. Big Mo: How do you know? Pat: Been there, Mo, done it, got the little black dress. Big Mo: Did you take yours back to the shop? Pat: Yeah. Big Mo: Me too. Wished I'd have kept it. Pat: Me too. Big Mo: I was a perfect size ten. Pat: Yeah, yeah! Big Mo: I was! Pat: In your dreams. Pat: I got me [driving] licence. I passed first time. Nana Moon: Don't drive, never have. Dot to Marge Green: It beats me how your poor dear mother ever let you [work at Doris's guest house]. Marge: You see, there wasn't much on offer, not down the labour, and me never being on the workforce before, it was either a metre maid, or collecting them shopping trollies in some car park, or Doris's. Kevin Wicks: I haven’t had a day off since I was sixteen and a half. Blossom Jackson: I worked on the sites for a while, building sites, catering for hundreds of men, all hungry for a greasy fry up after all that concreting and brick laying. Pete Beale on brick laying: Done my aunt's wall once, down the coast. Darren Roberts: I had a bit of trouble with a girl, and a few other things. After that, I proved I was man enough so I got on with being one. Darren’s mother to his sister Carmel: [Darren] was a bad boy. He let down your father's good name. Carmel Roberts: Darren was about sixteen when they chucked him out. My dad hasn't spoken to him since. Darren to Carmel: You know how it was, sis — me, the only son with four sisters. That's a pressure. You were the only one that understood that. David Wicks: Back in my day, if you wanted to know about women, you asked your mates. Alan Jackson: When you were a teenager, did you go for the steady sort? Carol Jackson: No, I didn't. David: I thought I knew it all. I didn't think there was anything for me at school. Except girls. I'm not proud of the way I was. I did a lot of crazy things, silly things. Carol: Trouble follows you wherever you go. David: Once upon a time, that’s just what you liked about me. Pat: Judy Webber, she used to hang around with my David. Peggy: What was I thinking about? Pat: That’s exactly what my David used to say. Joe Wicks, David's son: How old were you when you met my dad? Carol: Oh — thirteen, fourteen. I knew him when I was at school. We weren't together very long. David, looking around a gentrified cafe in 2014: It’s changed, isn’t it? Where’s all the filthy ashtrays gone? I used to love that jukebox over there. Carol: That time I caught you kissing Stephanie Dobson. In this caff. David: I didn’t think you and I were that serious, not then. Carol: Well I did. David: I was a teenager, weren’t I? Carol on David: He was always a rat. David to his and Carol’s grandson Liam: If I gave up on your nan every time she was angry at me, we’d never have got past holding hands. David on his relationship with Carol: I was a kid. It was a mistake. Masood Ahmed: Do you remember when you were a kid and anything was possible? Carol: Just. David to Carol: I remember once when we was hopping about together, you told me you was going to conquer the world. You said you was going to make it sit up and notice you. Carol: An air hostess, that's what I wanted to be when I was a kid. I remember asking about it at school. You know what it was? Alan: A chance to see the world? Carol: No, it was a job with a uniform. Carol: All the things I wanted to do, everything I wanted to be, it all went wrong. It's no wonder, the way I was. You couldn't tell me anything at all. I always knew best. Carol: I remember being [fourteen], excited about babies and weddings, all that rubbish. Couldn't wait. Didn't wait. David Wicks has a lot to answer for. David: When you know somebody when they’re young, it’s a privilege, you see, because you get to know the real person before life screws them over and teaches them how to hide their wounds. I knew you when you were young, Carol. David: You were pretty. You were one of the prettiest things I'd ever seen. Carol: You always did go for the good looking ones, didn't you, David? David: That's true. You were very attractive. Carol: You were full of it then, but then words always came easy to you, didn’t they? David: I’ve always believed in less talk and more action. Carol: You were my first love, David. David on Carol: A teenage sweetheart, nothing more. Carol on David: I’ve loved him since I was a kid, since I was thirteen. Carol: My mum used to say, “The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.” Of course, she was talking about my dad. With some people it’s booze, drugs, fags. With me, it’s always been David. Carol: You got me [a ‘Greatest Hits of 1976’ cassette] for my fourteenth birthday. David: You spilt coke over that if I rightly remember. We didn’t have [a cassette player]. Carol: You promised you’d get me one for my fifteenth. David: And I did. Carol: And you promised me you’d get me ‘The Greatest Hits of 1977’. David: I did that as well. Carol: You promised you’d never hurt me. David: Do you remember Clive Salisbury’s fourteenth birthday party? I’d been drinking some dodgy concoction. Sick as a dog I was. Carol: Oh yes, cider and pernod and black. David: Classy. Anyway, you cleaned me up and you put my head in your lap and you were stroking my hair. David: Do you remember that time we snuck that bottle of Asti out of your dad’s drinks cabinet? Carol: Oh yeah. You held my hair back whilst I threw up at the side of the road. David: Always the gentleman. Pat: Did you ever love Carol? David: No. We were kids, Mum. What do kids know about love? We were just having a bit of fun, that's all. Pat: I reckon Carol loved you, before her brothers put their oar in. David on Carol's sister April: She was the one who got us in to see "Jaws", do you remember? Oh no, you wouldn't because you spent half the film under the seat. Carol: Yeah, well I was only fourteen. David: It was a laugh though, weren't it? David: Do you remember [watching “King Kong”]? I always used to call you my Jessica Lange. Carol: You were hoping that I’d call you my King Kong. We never did get to the end of it. David: Too busy snogging, that’s why. David on April Branning: She was all right, April. Only one of [Carol]'s lot I had any time for. Derek Branning on April: That slob. David on April: Lovely girl. Not as lovely as [Carol], of course. Max Branning on Carol: Lovely girl. I used to know her well. Very strong-willed. Max on Carol: You know what our sister’s like. Jack Branning: No, I don’t. Never have done. You’ve always been closer to her, haven’t you? Max: And that ain’t saying a lot, let’s face it. Pat remembering Carol as a girl: I can see a kid in a school uniform with a safety pin through her ear. David, speaking about Roxy Mitchell in 2012: Big mouth, bit wild — reminds me of someone I used to know [Carol]. Whitney Dean on an old photo of David and Carol: Look at his spots! Sonia: How old were you here? Carol: Thirteen, fourteen — I can’t have been much more. That photo was taken at some grotty school dance. All we used to talk about back then [was how we were] going to live on a desert island somewhere. Mind you, that was as much to get away from Derek as anything else. Carol looking at another photo of her and David: Look at me posing away, not a care in the world. David: You always did make me laugh. Carol: You were trying to look like John Travolta and I had a bad hair day. Alfie: I wanted to be John Travolta. I used to go to Youth Club with a quiff, menthol cigarette, and me nan made me these black satin trousers, right, and there used to be a queue of girls just waiting to be Olivia Newton-John. Till the gusset went. Nick: We used to have a laugh. Remember when we took my bike to Southend? What was that film we saw? Yvonne: ‘Grease’. You called me Sandy for weeks afterwards. Yvonne: My mother always warned me, “Never trust a boy on a bike.” She was right. Nick: The Vonny I used to know, the one that rode on the back of my bike, she weren’t scared of no-one. Yvonne: Except you. Nick: Me? Yvonne: You broke my heart. David to Carol: God, I was such an idiot. They were great days though, eh? We didn't have a care in the world. Carol on ‘Misty Blue’ by Dorothy Moore: Summer of ’76, if I remember rightly. David: Me and you in my mum’s front room. Carol: We bunked off school. David: Probably. Pat to David: I walked in on you and Carol Branning once. You give me that look — defiant. Pat: You said David was [the one]. Carol: Yes, he was. Not that you approved. I’ve still got the bruises to prove it. Pat: You gave back as good as you got. Carol on David: He was the first bloke I went with. We was just kids back then. We didn't know anything. So of course, I fell pregnant. I was fourteen. Carol: When you're young, you experiment, you make mistakes. So I ended up with Bianca. Carol to daughter Bianca: You were just something that come along after a bit of unexciting groping and fumbling down by the canal. David on Walford Canal: That's where we used to — that's where Bianca got started. Carol: Great start, weren't it, eh? Fumbling in the bushes by a dirty canal. David: It weren't that bad. I used to get so nervous. I used to get this tight knot right in my stomach right there, just waiting for the evening to come. Carol: You could have fooled me. You were always so cocky. David: Well, that was part of my macho image, weren't it? You used to have to sneak out of your house, avoid your brothers. That [summer] was [hot]. Sweltering down there, even at night. Carol: Yeah, all them little midges getting in places that they shouldn't. David to Carol: I’ll say what I said that night in ’76, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Carol: I’ve always loved you, David. David to Carol: I know you think I didn't care about you, but I did. David on himself and Carol: What we had was short and sweet, young love and all that. Carol: Everything was there for us — not easy, not simple, but it was there. We just threw it away. David: No, we didn't throw it away. It was taken away from us. Sonia on Carol and David: Must have been dead romantic. Must have been like Romeo and Juliet, the whole world against you. Carol: It was nothing like Romeo and Juliet. Jean on herself and Brian: We got tickets for a free [Queen] concert in Hyde Park. It was the perfect end to the summer. [Starts singing ‘You’re My Best Friend’ by Queen]. Buster Briggs on The Clash: Camden, ’76. Me and Shirl, we snuck in by a side door. Best night of my life. Carol: I went up the West End for the pregnancy test. When they told me it was positive, I didn't believe them at first. I didn't want to believe them. Well, I went and bought meself an ice cream and sat by the fountains in Trafalgar Square. It was freezing. It was November. I knew they weren't lying. I sat there and I thought, "What am I going to do?" I thought, “I daren't tell my mum”. I knew she'd skin me. So next day, I sent David a note at school asking to meet me at dinnertime. Only he never showed. So I caught up with him after school when he was with his mates. They was all messing around with fireworks and well, he didn't want to talk to me. He chucked this banger thing at me, and when I screamed, he laughed. They all did. Anyway, they started walking off so I followed them. He turned round to me and he told me to leave him alone. He called me a dirty tart and they laughed, but I wanted to tell him so I stuck right behind him. So eventually he had to leave his mates. We went and sat in a bus stop. Cor, it stunk in there — you know, how they do. Anyway, I told him I was pregnant. He just turned and looked at me and he said, "What's it got to do with me?" I said, "You've got to be the dad. I've never been with anybody else." So I just kept saying it over and over — "I've never been with anybody else." In the end, I suppose he believed me because he turned round and he said, "How much it gonna cost?" I said, "What?" He said, "Get rid of it." I said I didn't know if I wanted to get rid of it, I might want to keep it. He was scared. I could see it in his eyes. David on Carol’s pregnancy: I never told no one. Mind you, I had no one to tell. My mother was hardly the maternal type in those days, too busy getting herself dolled up for her latest fella to stop and listen. Pat to David: The next thing I know, you come home and told me you got [her] up the spout. You was only fourteen. It's the day I stopped thinking of you as a kid. Pat to Carol: The way you was going at it, Bianca could have any one of ten fathers. You had more traffic through you than the Blackwall Tunnel. David: Me, a dad? I couldn’t even work out what football team to support and then one quick fumble and — bang, you have to decide whether this thing gets to become a real life person. I mean, no kid should have to go through that on their own. Carol on David: He wanted nothing to do with it. Neither did Pat. A few days later, he came up to me after school and he hands me this envelope with a hundred quid in it, all in dirty five pound notes. Jim Branning on Carol: I stood by [her]. Max Branning: You up the duff at fourteen - that’s what you’re like, that’s what you’ve always been like. You lose your heart, Carol, just like that [snaps his fingers] and your family have always got to be there to pick up the pieces. Carol: You were seven years old, Max! Max: Well, Derek sorted him out, didn’t he, eh? Our brother, he saved you, babe, from a broken heart. Carol: Is that what he saved me from? Max: Yeah, he did. David Wicks was a wrong ‘un. David to Joey Branning, Derek’s son: Your dad hated me and, to be honest, I hated him as well. This was a special kind of hate that he saved just for me. Derek Branning to Carol: All I’ve ever wanted to do is protect you. Derek: You were fourteen. Carol: And I was in love, Derek. I know I was foolish, I admit that, but it was my choice. Derek: It wasn’t just you he [David] messed with. It was my life as well. You remember Jackie Bosch? I went with her for ages when I was seventeen, eighteen. Sixteen, she was. Beautiful, she was. Lovely face, gorgeous figure, like an angel. She was the only woman I ever loved. Carol: A teenage crush. Derek: A crush? A crush? I loved her! Max on Derek and Jackie Bosch: You used to go out. Jackie Bosch: I hardly think I’d call it going out. We went the pictures a couple of times. Can’t for the life of me remember what you [Derek] took me to. You made me sneak in the fire exit. I tell you what I do remember — wandering hands. I used to see quite a lot of boys round then. I was a bit of a looker. And [Derek] — hands everywhere. I ain’t being funny, but your breath didn’t half reek. Jackie to Derek: You were the one that used to bully David Wicks, weren’t you? Didn’t your sister have a thing with him? Jackie to Max: He was a right bully, your brother. I never liked a bully. Derek: David Wicks, he got inside my head, got me believing things that I shouldn’t, got me believing things that weren’t even true, got me all riled up, got me jealous, give me the green-eyed monster, got Jackie a slap or two. She was devastated. She was appalled. Her brothers weren’t too pleased either, stabbed me in the back, literally. Look, that’s what I got from him [shows a scar on his back]. He nearly killed me. Rainie Cross, looking at the scar on Derek’s back: Did that hurt? Derek: No, I barely felt it. David: Do you know that stab mark down [Derek’s] back? Joey: Yeah. David: Nothing to do with the fella that stabbed him — my fault, apparently. Joey: Well, logic never was Derek’s strong point, was it? David: No. Derek to Carol: I was in the hospital for weeks. I nearly died. You came to see me with the old lady, you remember? Bag of grapes, worried look on your face. Fourteen years old, pretty as a picture. I can see it like it was yesterday. He [David] poisoned the only thing that was good in my life. He messed with you, he messed with me. Derek, speaking to Carol in 2012: David Wicks got everything he deserved and you know he did. If it wasn't for him, me and Jackie Bosch ... I know I've done wrong. I was the man I was. I had my happiness spoilt thirty-six years ago. Max on Jackie Bosch: I’ve listened to you banging on about her for years, Del. Derek: That woman broke my heart. Max: I didn’t think you had one. Derek: I might still have one if I’d stayed with her, wouldn’t I? Derek to Carol: You were such a smart girl. You could have had a hatful of O-levels, A-levels even, but you threw it all away. Derek on David: He ruined our sister’s life. Carol on getting pregnant: It ruined my life. Derek to Carol: If you’d have only listened to me, if you’d have only listened to your big brother, you’d be in a palace now [2011]. Me round, Sunday lunch, carving. We could have been so close. Carol: Yeah, and if you hadn’t stuck your nose in, I might ... David to his daughter Bianca: A couple of weeks after your mum told me she was pregnant, her brothers got hold of me. They jumped me on the way home from school one afternoon. Took it in turn to kick the living daylights out of me. Derek to David: Me and the lads — you being too thick to get the message. I bet you can remember just how much it hurt, that last beating I gave you. Pat on Derek: He nearly killed David. David on himself and Derek: We were close, you know, in the old days. He broke my nose, punctured my lung, broke four ribs. Derek on David: Fourteen, he was. Squealed like a pig. Those were the days. Derek: “Not the face! Not the face!” That’s what David Wicks used to say. It was like his catchphrase — “Not the face!” David: Derek got out this knife and he held it right up to my face, right up so I could see it, and he said, "You go near my sister again and I will kill you." David: I was in hospital for a week. I didn’t even get a visit. David to Bianca: Me mum took me out of school and by the Christmas we'd moved away. That was the last I heard of [the Brannings]. Never saw your mum again. I knew nothing about you, I swear. Carol to David: If you'd have had your way, you'd have had [Bianca] flushed down some hospital toilet. David to Carol: You told me you was going to have an abortion. Pat to Carol: David told me you had an abortion. Carol to Bianca: I didn't want an abortion. I wanted the baby. I wanted you. I loved you from the minute I knew I was expecting you. Bianca to Carol: It’s always just been us, since you were Liam’s age. Derek to Bianca: [Carol] was determined to keep you. She loved you so much. You know, her and me nearly came to blows over you, and you want to know why? Because I waved a hundred pound under her nose to get rid of you, to have an abortion. I even marched her down the clinic, but would she? No, she wouldn’t — a plucky little fourteen year old and she wasn’t going to give you up, no matter what happened. Carol to Bianca: Shall I tell you why I never told you [about your father]? Because David Wicks was just somebody I went with. No big deal. I was a kid. He meant nothing. He walked out on me. It was me that he didn't like, me that he left, not you. I never told him [about you]. He just went off. I thought I'd never see him again. David didn't want to know. So I wanted him out of my life and out of yours. Carol to David: When you left, I wanted to die. I wanted to kill you as well. David: When Mum took us away, I thought about you a lot. Carol: Yeah, I thought about you too. I hated you. Carol: David Wicks, my knight in shining armour. Soon went rusty when he left me pregnant. David to Carol: I know you thought I was a pig, but I did care for you. It was just everyone else, wasn't it, getting in the way. My mum, your mum and dad, not to mention your brothers. If me mum hadn't moved us away when she did, I'd have been dead meat. David: We were so young. What do you know at that age, eh? Carol: I knew that I loved you and I always would. I got over it, of course, got on with my life, another layer to my armour, but feelings that strong, well, they don't ever really go away. Just bury them deep inside. David: Do you ever wonder what it might have been like if [Derek] had left us alone? Carol: Us? There was no us. Maybe I would have married you and had loads of kids, but let's face it, it wouldn't have lasted. My life would have been a nightmare. You really hurt me, David. Louise Raymond on her and Terry's daughter: Tiffany was as good as gold during the day. I had to lie beside her at night otherwise she'd never go off. Had to sing her to sleep every night. Her little face ... Ian: What did you want to be when you grew up? Simon Wicks: A pop star like everybody else, I suppose. How about you? Ian: Rich. Ian: I wanted to be a drummer in a rock band. Nick Cotton: You never did like the Sex Pistols, did you, Ma? Simon: When I was a kid, I wanted to be a train driver. Heather: I used to want to be an artist or an actress or a trombone player or a ballet dancer. You know, I very nearly was a ballet dancer. Tina Carter: I never did ballet! Sylvie Carter on Tina: Started when she was three. Took her every Saturday morning for a year or more. Looked a picture in her little tutu. “Natural grace,” that’s what her teacher said. Tina on Sylvie: She loved dancing. Grant: Tell me what you wanted to be when you grew up. Nina Harris: A barmaid. Kathy on Nina: She's Ted niece, at least by marriage. Irene Hills: Nina [is] my sister's girl. Kathy to Nina: We used to have Christmases together when the kids were young. You'd just started wearing a bra, as I remember. Pauline: I've been looking through the old Nativity Play photos. It was 1976, wasn't it? Ian: Yeah. I was Joseph, Michelle was Mary. I was so nervous, I forgot all me lines. Me dad never let me live it down. Ted Hills: Last time I saw you was New Year's Eve. You must have been six or seven. Ian: Yeah, I remember. You didn't buy me a present. Ted: It was a flying visit.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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