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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 119169" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><u>1985</u></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mark Fowler: I've been tuning motorbikes since I was sixteen years old.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kim Fox on Denise: The gobby one who used to light up a room when she walked in it, that’s my big sister.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lucas Johnson: You always were a head turner. Dalston Ritzy, 1985. That’s the first time I saw you. You were sixteen. You had a crowd of boys all buzzing round you trying to get a dance. You always were a head turner.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise Fox: That was back when things in life were simple.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lucas: None of them boys got a dance off you that night.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise: That was because you scared them off. And you were the only one who didn’t have two left feet.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lucas: We did do pretty well on the dance floor back in the day.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise: Do you know the main reason I got together with Lucas in the first place? Because my mother hated him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise speaking to her and Lucas’s daughter Chelsea in 2010: At [sixteen], I wouldn’t have been seen dead at a gig like this [a non-alcoholic Christian disco]. Your dad wouldn’t have been seen dead here neither. A night like tonight, he’d have took me out. He’d have borrowed a bike or some surprise — we done Southend once, just for that Peter Pan playground, just for the hell of it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise on Lucas: Back in the day, he was the original Skater Boy.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon: I was the skateboarding champion of East London.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise: I’d have been all right if it weren’t for fellas. I’ve been knocked up, knocked about, lied to and abused, and I’ve hooked up with some of the most serious mentalists this city has to offer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise: Every man I’ve ever known has walked away.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot on Dr Al Jenkins: He used to live in Paisley Street. His mother and me, we used to go to the same church.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Al: I used to be a choirboy for a while. Do you remember that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: Oh yes, I do.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Al: Till I discovered life’s temptations.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: Little Nico [Papadopoulos], I’ve known him since he was so high.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Hayley McGee: Third year seniors, round the back of the science block — ring any bells?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Garry Hobbs: First time I took an interest in biology.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Darren Miller, speaking in 2008: Ricky was just confessing [his] earliest stirrings. He saw fit to give his three hundred year old maths teacher the</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">eye!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ricky Butcher: She wore those thick brown tights, you know like Dot wears.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Darren: And you still fancied her?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ricky: I don’t know, she had something about her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Garry: Here, Gus, when you were at school, was there a craze for cussing each other’s mums?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gus Smith: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Garry: Yeah, there was in my year. I was the best mum cusser in the year and all. I had a mum cuss for everything — “Your mum’s so thick, she looks like she’s been run over by a parked car”, “Your mum’s teeth are so yellow, your dad thought they were cheese straws” — you know, that sort of thing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kelvin Carpenter, Tony and Hannah's son, to his parents: Me and Cassie [his sister] were fine until you two split up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian on a time capsule he buried: It was Michelle, Sharon, me, Kelvin — you get a load of stuff together that’s really important to you, you bury it in the ground and you hope somebody comes along in a thousand years and digs it up, gets to see what life was like in 1985.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian to Dot: Bought [a video] camera off your Nick. Got bored of it the following week, sold it at a profit.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian Beale: You were never my type.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sharon: You fancied me rotten when we were spotty teenagers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: I was a teenager. I fancied everyone.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle Fowler, speaking in February 1985: I got three [Valentine cards] this year.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: Sharon got five.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle: I think she sent them to herself.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: She didn't send one of them to herself. 75p that cost me. Had to give up Space Invaders for two days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Minty Peterson: I don’t think I’ve ever had one [Valentine card].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: I had [a leather jacket] when I was a teenager. It was brown. One pound 43p a week it used to cost me out of me mum’s catalogue.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tom Banks to Ian: If there's one thing I remember about you, you were never short of a bit of cash. Even at school you were doing all right.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sharon: Didn't you used to flush [Ian's] head down the bog?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tom: I flushed a lot of heads in those days. '85 was a particularly good year.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tom to Ian: Last time I saw you play [football], we left you crying in the goal mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mark to Tom: What happened to all those things we were going to do as kids, eh? Places we were going to see, things we were going to do. What happened to all that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline Fowler to Tom: Merchant Navy, wasn't it? Thought we'd seen the last of you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot Cotton, speaking in 2005: I've had [a provisional driving licence] for twenty years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: I didn't know you wanted to learn to drive.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: Always fancied it. Didn't have a car, of course.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: Not many people did back then.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: I was going to ask your Pete to teach me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: Why did you change your mind? Mind you, I never saw you with anything so much as a pushbike, let alone behind the wheel of a car.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: It was my Charlie. Come home, one of his periodic visits, rooting around in my drawers, seeing if there was anything he could steal, come across me provisional. I can see his face now, laughing, as if me learning to drive was the funniest thing he'd ever heard of.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: You didn't let that spiteful little man stop you, did you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: And he said I'd be a danger on the roads because of me nerves.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: Dot, the only reason you had bad nerves was because you was married to him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: It's the way he laughed that hurt me most.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: There was only one reason that he didn't want you to learn to drive. The last thing he would have wanted is for you to have independence.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sue Osman on Reg Cox: No one gave a toss about him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pete Beale: All Reg was to me was three pounds of King Edwards a week, plus the occasional [apple].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle on Reg: I didn't like him much.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick Cotton on Reg: Ma reckoned he was the biggest skiver of all.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick: Reg Cox. He used to live here when this place [Number 25] was flats.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sue on Reg: He weren't our neighbour. He was just some bloke who lived upstairs. Came and went as he liked. [He] used to go on at us. He hated kids. He was blind drunk most of the time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur Fowler on Reg: He did like his drink.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den Watts on Reg: He drank on his own.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den on Reg: He used to cause ructions in the Public when he'd had too many, which was most days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sue on Reg: He was a nasty old man.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick: Old Reg was in the Vic. I was hard up, short of a few bob. I'd screwed the last few pennies out of that naffing mother of mine, spent it all on Special Brew. You could always con [Reg] into buying you a drink if you were careful about it. Right old scrooge at the best of times, but if you got him on about the war he was like putty in your hands. Reckoned he won the Battle of the Blitz single-handedly, didn't he? Smelly old liar.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Detective Sergeant Rich to Den: Mr Cox was attacked as soon as he left [the Vic] after closing. Who was with him?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den: No-one, as far as I remember.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick: The Vic closed. I bought a bottle of whisky. Well, [Reg] did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">DS Rich: You see any strangers around that day?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Saeed Jaffrey: Of course, plenty. We get the overflow from the market.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">DS Rich: Where were you [that] afternoon?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><em>Ali Osman: Out cabbying.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><em>Ian Beale: We was at school.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><em>Tony Carpenter: Staying out in Luton. I was doing a conversion job on a pub there. Bassett Street, Crown And Sceptre.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><em>Lofty Holloway: Betty's Old Snooker Club.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><em>Nick Cotton: At me mum's place.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><em>Den Watts: Visiting a friend.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><em>DS Rich: A lady friend?</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><em>Den: 10 out of 10.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><em>Angie Watts to Den: The one you swore blind you were never going to see again!</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick on Reg: Went back to his place. He was legless and he had a bit of cash. Spotted that when he bought the booze at the off licence. Also, there were a few bits and pieces in that dump he called a home that was worth a few quid, like a few wartime medals for a start.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">DS Rich on Reg: He had a collection of [German war medals] up in his room. There were a dozen or so in a display case and on the day he was attacked, they were stolen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick on Reg: So I said to him, "Hand it all over". He went all funny. Made me mad as hell. It's like a mixture of too much dope and too much booze — feel like the most powerful man in the world. Two feet off the ground, you know. So I kicked his head in. Reg didn't make any noise. Well, not at first.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick: I roughed him up good and proper and he snuffed it. Stole all his medals, flogged them and bought some gear. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: But why? Why did you do such evil things? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick: To make me feel something, a bit of a thrill I suppose.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mark on Reg's war medal: I just found it on a skip, Tony's skip. It was under some bricks. I was just looking.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">DS Rich: It belonged to Mr Reg Cox. You sold it to Mr Holloway for five quid.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den: I remember when [Reg] went missing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ali: We didn't notice anything.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den: It was the Pakis who discovered it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Naima Jaffrey on Reg: He didn't come in for his milk. For three days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Saeed: We keep a carton for him every day, see, and we got worried when he didn't come in for it. It was us who went and told Den and Pete.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patrick Trueman on racial harassment: You know there was a time I couldn’t walk down the street without somebody having a go. I’d ignore them once, twice — but the third time, I’d invite them to take off their jacket.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patrick: I know what it’s like to be hounded by the community. I know what it’s like to be hated, spat at, and no human being deserve that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alan Jackson: I was coming back from the pub one night with me mates — black, yeah? This transit pulled up. About six blokes jumped out and went for us. Never seen them before in our lives. They had sticks, bits of wood, the lot. We ran. They chased us into this shopping precinct. We got split up. Me and me mate had to jump over this balcony to get away. It was about a twenty foot drop.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nigel: What happened to the other one, your mate?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alan: Chris. He got trapped in an alleyway. They used a stanley knife on his face and his back. His kids got nightmares just looking at him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Phil Mitchell: That reminds me of the Chinese woman used to run the chip shop down by the docks. Every Friday night, right, she used to get all the nutters in, giving it "chinky this" and "chinky that". She put up with that for years. Never lost her temper, not once. Then finally one Friday night, the gaff's packed and this geezer comes in and starts taking the mick. [Adopts fake Chinese accent:] "One chip and curry sauce!" And wallop, she flipped. She takes a dirty great ladle of boiling hot fat and bosh, straight in his boat — but it was her first offence, she said that he provoked her, and she only ends up with probation. Carries on working at the same chippy. Do you know, she never got one bit of aggravation after that. Who says violence never solves anything, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon on his red kimono: I rescued it from a fire in a Chinese restaurant. It's a hundred percent pure silk.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lydia Simmonds to Janine: My kimono, your granddad give it me. We got it off the market.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie on his younger brother Spencer: When he was born, he looked like an onion bhaji.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Billy Mitchell: The first time I went out for an Indian, I drank from the water bowl and ate the lemon. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nana Moon on Spencer: I was old when he was born. He was the most lovely baby. Eyelashes like Elizabeth Taylor. They were such happy days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: It only seems like five minutes ago Spencer was there gurgling, wide-eyed and gormless, passing wind like there was no tomorrow.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: Here Nana, you used to sing [‘When You And I Were Young, Maggie’] to me and Spencer when we were kids.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean Slater: Forty-one hours. That’s how long Sean had me up for once. Brian stormed out in the end. It was three days before he came back.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: Sean was a terrible sleeper. I ended up sleeping on the floor of his bedroom, flat on the carpet. Then eventually he'd nod off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: Why didn't you bring the mattress in and go to sleep on it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: No idea.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab Masood: Do you remember when I was pregnant with Syed, how I decorated that entire flat in one week?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood Ahmed: Yeah, every time I came home from work, you’d stripped another wall, painted the skirting.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: That place was such a hovel.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood on his son Syed: Do you remember when he was born? Twenty hours of labour. You were exhausted and there he was.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: I was so proud to have given you a son.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood: This tiny, tiny little boy. The look on your face, the purest love I’ve ever seen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: I was only a child when Syed was born.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: Syed, from the moment that you were placed in my arms I have loved you beyond any reason.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: To think that you were once that tiny baby in my arms, all pale and fragile.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: A sickly baby, yes I know.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood speaking to Syed in 2009: I wasn’t much more than a boy myself. I was younger than you are now [twenty-four]. You know when I first lifted you out of your cot, I nearly dropped you. You were so tiny, I thought if I held you too hard I might damage you. Let me tell you, your first time away from your parents, your first job, even getting married — nothing changes you like seeing your child’s first smile. That’s real responsibility.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood to Syed: From the moment you were born, you have been a wedge between us [himself and Zainab]. I don't even blame you. I don't. You were just a whiny obnoxious child full of your own self worth. From the moment you were born, you wedged yourself in the bed between us and then kicked me in the back.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab speaking in 2009: I have been a mum for the last twenty-five years and I have loved it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab on her family: All I’ve ever tried to do is protect them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michael Moon to Alfie: You always were my favourite Moon.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michael: Jack [Branning]’s my oldest mate. We’ve known each other since we were kids.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol Jackson: I remember when you first came home from school with Jack. You sat on our wall sharing a fag, pulling the legs off of spiders.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michael: And you were popping out your sixteenth baby as I recall.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca Jackson: I was there when Sonia [was] born. She never stopped crying. I don't think she come up for air till she was about two.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to her daughter Sonia: Do you know what my mum used to say about you? “That child was born with a wise head on her shoulders.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sonia: And she also used to say, correct me if I’m wrong, that I was a little bit weird and you should have never bought me that trumpet. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: You were gorgeous [as a baby], Sonia. Lovely, chubby little thing. I used to sit you on me knee and make faces at you to make you laugh.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sonia Jackson: I never even knew my real dad. I've seen a photo. He was really ugly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: I remember Sonia's dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Terry?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Yeah. You was always arguing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Yeah, because he was always knocking me around.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Is that why he left?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: No. He just upped and went, taking everything that wasn't nailed to the floor.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alan: Who's this?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Terry Cant. You never met him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sonia: I always thought my [father] would come for me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: It's never been easy for me to trust anyone. Robbie and Sonia's fathers, they never cared. When the going got rough, that was it. They just went.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alan to Carol: When have you ever really committed yourself to anyone? I mean, you say all these blokes walked out on you — maybe you wanted them to walk out on you. Maybe that's why things kept falling apart, because in the end, you were scared of tying the knot.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim Branning to Sonia: Like I used to say to your mother, "Carol," I said, "it's no good — different babies, different blokes. A kid's got to know where he stands, see. One mum, one dad, and both of them legally bound." Not that she ever listened to a word I said, of course.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek Branning on Carol: A slapper who's had a bag of kids by a bunch of different fathers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: I can't help what happened. I was young. I didn't know any better. I didn't wake up one day and think, "I know what I'll do. I'll have loads of kids by several different men." I didn't plan all this, you know. I didn't like meeting creeps and falling in love with them, but it happened. And it wasn't much fun being left to bring up their kids on my own either, but I did it. And do you want to know why? Because I thought one day, just one day, I'd get it right. I'd meet the right bloke, I'd live in the right house and I'd give my kids the right father. No matter how hard it got, I just kept on hoping. All I ever wanted was a family.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: All I’ve ever done my whole life is sacrifice my happiness for my kids.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca, speaking to Carol in 2010: You love it, playing the martyr. It’s been your role of choice for the last forty-seven years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol, speaking in 2011: I always thought that I’d end up in a place like this [a small flat] — you know, men would come and go and the kids would grow up and leave home and leave me on my own.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Eddie Moon: Have you always been like this?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Like what?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Eddie: Frightened to have a life. There must have been a time when you were happy being you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Blokes used to be all over me. I was a looker.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie Jackson: Mum certainly knew how to pick 'em, didn't she?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Oh Mum, you know how to pick them, don't you? What about the bald one with the hairy ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Don't remind me!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: What on earth did you see in him anyway?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Money. He was loaded. Don't you remember all those presents he bought you and Robbie?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Well maybe he weren't too bad then!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Well, Old Baldy only lasted a couple of weeks. Mind you, none of them lasted very long, did they?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: My mother always said I could pick 'em.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lorraine Wicks: Mine said the same about me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca to Carol: How would you be if you had a childhood like mine? Different blokes all the time, never knowing who my next dad was going to be. It wasn't easy, you know.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: You never told us what was going on.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: I admit it, I was wrong.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca on Carol: Things was always worse when she was breaking up with a fella — making a fuss over us, wanting to do stuff with us, making us feel like we're the most important things in her life. Then she starts crying. It's horrible.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to Bianca: The best part of my life has been having you kids.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to her children: There's been loads of times in my life when I've felt like giving up. I've had more kicks in the teeth than a rugby prop forward, but I've always got up and carried on. It's you lot that kept me going.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Blossom Jackson: Every man Carol has ever been with has just given up on her and walked out. And every time it happened, that girl had to pick herself up and start all over again.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: When Bianca was eight years old, she was practically a grown up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">TJ Spraggan, in mid-conversation: You cut her hair off?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Yeah, both pigtails gone. Her mum went mental. And then the teacher, Miss Goody, called my mum in. “Yeah,” she said, “I know things must be difficult for you. You’re on your own, aren’t you? It must be really hard to keep on top of things.” My mum just looked at her and went, “Thanks for that, but the next time Tracy Jones tells my daughter that her dad’s not around because her dad’s a serial killer in prison, it’ll be more than her pigtails that go.” She scared the life out of her!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David Wicks on Bianca: Has she never asked any questions about her real father?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: No. Not a single one. All she knows is that her dad is someone called Dave I knew when I was at school.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: And she's never wanted to be told anything more?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Never. Not even the colour of your eyes. You see, as far as she's concerned, her father left her and me to get on with things on our own.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: My dad left me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ricky Butcher: Before you were born. It's not as if you knew what you were missing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: I did when I was growing up, seeing all me mates with their dads and I was just left with me mum.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: School was the worst — playing football and not having anyone to look round at when you scored a goal. Mum would come sometimes, but she'd shout all the wrong things and people would take the mickey for days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary Bolton to Robbie: I wasn't there for you growing up, but I never forgot you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: I used to dream about finding me real dad. I used to make up all these stories in me head about what he’d be like.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Did you ever wonder why I never come and see you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Of course I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: And why did you think that was?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: When I was little, I just thought maybe you was George Michael or a handsome prince or something. As I got older, I realised it was just because you were a bastard.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather Trott: I’ve written some lovely fan mail [to George Michael] and I got a reply once too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Shirley Carter on ‘I’m Your Man’ by Wham: I hate this song. I always have.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Al Jenkins: First single you ever bought?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Roxy Mitchell: ‘Get Into the Groove’, Madonna.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather on her 12” copy of ‘System Addict’ by 5 Star: I remember when I first stuck this on my record player. The world was so magical, full of possibilities. I was going to make something of myself.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather, speaking in 2011: I’ve been waiting twenty-six years to get my ‘System Addict’ [sleeve] signed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat on ‘Frankie’ by Sister Sledge: I used to do a routine to this with me sisters but Lynne always used to get the steps wrong. She was useless.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis Rickman: I used to lie awake as a kid imagining what he'd be like, my dad. Someone who'd seen the world — army, navy, diamond thief. Someone big, solid, firm handshake. Someone who when I found him, he'd be there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis to Den: I used to think about you all the time when I was a kid, all the time. See some tall bloke in a flash car, any bloke giving it large, and I'd think, "That's my dad." Used to think, "Any minute now, he'll come and get me. Take me home with him." And then I stopped being ten or whatever, wised up a bit.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis: I [had a] rubbish upbringing. No one's ever really wanted me and after a while, you stop blaming everyone else and start blaming yourself.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den on Dennis: All that time in care, enough to turn anyone into a total head case. All those years of being unloved, unwanted.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Phil to Dennis: That little boy, that one in the children’s home, the one that looked out the window and saw all the horrible, nasty things that could hurt him and swore he wouldn’t join in anymore — that’s who you are.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Den to Dennis: Something must have been done to you in one of those kids' homes you were in. Some sicko must have really got to you and messed up your head. Poor little kid, scared witless, sick with shame because of what they done to you and you couldn't tell anyone, could you? Because no one would believe a kid like you. Did they threaten you with worse if you opened your mouth and talked? No wonder you didn't care whether you lived or died. You poor little ... and they were supposed to be taking care of you, looking after you - and instead, some sick nonce ruined every little bit of your life and didn't think twice about it. Well, at least somebody wanted you, which is more than I ever did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Garry Hobbs on his father: Waste of space. I ain't seen him in years. I suppose that's what happens with families, isn't it? People drift apart. Someone's got to make the effort and well, we never did. I thought about tracking him down once, you know, asking what happened. Waste of time though really, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie Cotton Jr: I hardly knew anything about my dad. I only met him when I was a kid.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tiffany Raymond: When I was a kid, my dad, he was God.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie Slater on Zoe: One day, she looked up at me and said, "Dada." I just bawled me eyes out, I felt so happy. It doesn't matter how she come into the world, I was her dad. Always would be.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: You never changed Zoe’s nappies.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: Who do you think looked after her when your mum went to work and you went to school, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: You was working as well.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: Yeah. Night shifts for two years. Had to. It was the only way we could work round it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: I don’t remember that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: Why should you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: You worked nightshifts for two years to look after Zoe? When did you sleep?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: I didn’t much.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Roxy: Dad used to buy me a sugar mouse every Friday night when I was a little girl. He really liked jazz music. He used to play it when he was cooking. It used to send me screaming from the room.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack Branning on Jim: He weren’t perfect but he was strong. I mean, Max, do you remember playing cricket down in Vicky Park in the summer? Used to bowl that ball hard, didn’t he? I remember one time he hit me in the shin. When the bruise come up like a melon, he just laughed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Helen, Tanya’s midwife: Max, did you ever play cricket?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max Branning: At school, yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: Last time I played rounders I had Wayfarers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack: Yeah and a right dodgy-looking Chris Waddle mullet.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: I could have played lead, you know. I’m more of a batsman really. Mr Turnbull, PE, fifth year, sat me down and said, “Branning, you’ve got what it takes.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack: He was talking about me, you doughnut.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: Simple hand-eye coordination, that’s what he said.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack: You’re rewriting history.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max, speaking to his daughter Lauren: I never did tell you about the time me and Jack got chased by the police. Taking trainers we were, about your age [sixteen]. Jack would pay you a lot of money never to find out his tag name.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack on Max: "Nine Years in the Nick" — that’s what Dad used to call him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: Yeah well, Dad used to call me a lot of things, didn’t he? Not a lot of it was nice. Or fair.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol on Jim: I remember all the fights. Used to go through the night. Couldn’t bear to be wrong, could he?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack: Does that remind you of someone, does it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: At least you knew where you stood with him. You had to respect him for that. We always knew that he loved us.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: Speak for yourself.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: He did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: If love’s a belt across the backside, he loved us plenty.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: I had issues with him too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: My dad give me [a clip round the ear]. Never did me any harm.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim, speaking to Max’s son Bradley: Your father, and he was a lot younger than you [nineteen], he used to go out, do whatever he had to do, come home, get into bed. There was no [discussion] about how fair was this, how fair was that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bradley: Well maybe he gave up trying [to talk to you]. I mean, did he ever come to you and open up?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim: He come to me when he was in trouble.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim on Max: He was wilful. I never had anything with him, nothing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek Branning: It’s an unwritten law, isn’t it? Fathers and sons always fighting like cats and dogs. I was just the same with my old man when I was</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">[Joey’s] age [twenty-five].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to Derek: You've done this all your life, haven't you, talking with your fists? With Dad and the blokes you used to drink with.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kim Fox on Denise: B in Home Economics, this one.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis: I remember Rosa.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Chrissie Watts: Where did you meet her?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis: In my second home. I was ten. She was the cleaner.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Chrissie: Why did you like her? Was she kind to you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis: Yeah, and she used to sing a lot.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Chrissie: Did that make you feel happy?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis: And safe. When I was a lad, I was quite mouthy. I used to get in fights and when I'd come off second, she'd do stuff to them — put stuff in their beds.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Chrissie: Like what?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis: Well, she said it was Jamaican magic, but I reckon it was itching powder.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Chrissie: She put itching powder in their beds?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis: Yeah. If you laid into me on Monday, you could bet you'd wake up on Tuesday scratching.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Chrissie: That's awful!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis: Well, they weren't no angels.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Chrissie: Neither were you by the sound of it. I wonder why she liked you so much?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis: Don't know. Sometimes you just like people. Sometimes you just fit.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dennis on himself and Tony Jamison: We were in the same home together.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kate Morton: Dad used to be a police chief inspector. He worked long hours, grinding work really, and he never took holidays.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy Mitchell: I bet that drove your mother mad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kate: I just don't think he liked seeing us go without — you know, two young girls and all the latest fashion to keep up with.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Roy Evans: Were you ever married?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Maureen Carter: Yeah, to Jack. Big strong bloke, soft centre. Lost him [in 1985]. Heart attack. We had a good marriage.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 119169, member: 22"] [SIZE=5][u]1985[/u] Mark Fowler: I've been tuning motorbikes since I was sixteen years old. Kim Fox on Denise: The gobby one who used to light up a room when she walked in it, that’s my big sister. Lucas Johnson: You always were a head turner. Dalston Ritzy, 1985. That’s the first time I saw you. You were sixteen. You had a crowd of boys all buzzing round you trying to get a dance. You always were a head turner. Denise Fox: That was back when things in life were simple. Lucas: None of them boys got a dance off you that night. Denise: That was because you scared them off. And you were the only one who didn’t have two left feet. Lucas: We did do pretty well on the dance floor back in the day. Denise: Do you know the main reason I got together with Lucas in the first place? Because my mother hated him. Denise speaking to her and Lucas’s daughter Chelsea in 2010: At [sixteen], I wouldn’t have been seen dead at a gig like this [a non-alcoholic Christian disco]. Your dad wouldn’t have been seen dead here neither. A night like tonight, he’d have took me out. He’d have borrowed a bike or some surprise — we done Southend once, just for that Peter Pan playground, just for the hell of it. Denise on Lucas: Back in the day, he was the original Skater Boy. Alfie Moon: I was the skateboarding champion of East London. Denise: I’d have been all right if it weren’t for fellas. I’ve been knocked up, knocked about, lied to and abused, and I’ve hooked up with some of the most serious mentalists this city has to offer. Denise: Every man I’ve ever known has walked away. Dot on Dr Al Jenkins: He used to live in Paisley Street. His mother and me, we used to go to the same church. Al: I used to be a choirboy for a while. Do you remember that? Dot: Oh yes, I do. Al: Till I discovered life’s temptations. Dot: Little Nico [Papadopoulos], I’ve known him since he was so high. Hayley McGee: Third year seniors, round the back of the science block — ring any bells? Garry Hobbs: First time I took an interest in biology. Darren Miller, speaking in 2008: Ricky was just confessing [his] earliest stirrings. He saw fit to give his three hundred year old maths teacher the eye! Ricky Butcher: She wore those thick brown tights, you know like Dot wears. Darren: And you still fancied her? Ricky: I don’t know, she had something about her. Garry: Here, Gus, when you were at school, was there a craze for cussing each other’s mums? Gus Smith: Yeah. Garry: Yeah, there was in my year. I was the best mum cusser in the year and all. I had a mum cuss for everything — “Your mum’s so thick, she looks like she’s been run over by a parked car”, “Your mum’s teeth are so yellow, your dad thought they were cheese straws” — you know, that sort of thing. Kelvin Carpenter, Tony and Hannah's son, to his parents: Me and Cassie [his sister] were fine until you two split up. Ian on a time capsule he buried: It was Michelle, Sharon, me, Kelvin — you get a load of stuff together that’s really important to you, you bury it in the ground and you hope somebody comes along in a thousand years and digs it up, gets to see what life was like in 1985. Ian to Dot: Bought [a video] camera off your Nick. Got bored of it the following week, sold it at a profit. Ian Beale: You were never my type. Sharon: You fancied me rotten when we were spotty teenagers. Ian: I was a teenager. I fancied everyone. Michelle Fowler, speaking in February 1985: I got three [Valentine cards] this year. Ian: Sharon got five. Michelle: I think she sent them to herself. Ian: She didn't send one of them to herself. 75p that cost me. Had to give up Space Invaders for two days. Minty Peterson: I don’t think I’ve ever had one [Valentine card]. Ian: I had [a leather jacket] when I was a teenager. It was brown. One pound 43p a week it used to cost me out of me mum’s catalogue. Tom Banks to Ian: If there's one thing I remember about you, you were never short of a bit of cash. Even at school you were doing all right. Sharon: Didn't you used to flush [Ian's] head down the bog? Tom: I flushed a lot of heads in those days. '85 was a particularly good year. Tom to Ian: Last time I saw you play [football], we left you crying in the goal mouth. Mark to Tom: What happened to all those things we were going to do as kids, eh? Places we were going to see, things we were going to do. What happened to all that? Pauline Fowler to Tom: Merchant Navy, wasn't it? Thought we'd seen the last of you. Dot Cotton, speaking in 2005: I've had [a provisional driving licence] for twenty years. Pauline: I didn't know you wanted to learn to drive. Dot: Always fancied it. Didn't have a car, of course. Pauline: Not many people did back then. Dot: I was going to ask your Pete to teach me. Pauline: Why did you change your mind? Mind you, I never saw you with anything so much as a pushbike, let alone behind the wheel of a car. Dot: It was my Charlie. Come home, one of his periodic visits, rooting around in my drawers, seeing if there was anything he could steal, come across me provisional. I can see his face now, laughing, as if me learning to drive was the funniest thing he'd ever heard of. Pauline: You didn't let that spiteful little man stop you, did you? Dot: And he said I'd be a danger on the roads because of me nerves. Pauline: Dot, the only reason you had bad nerves was because you was married to him. Dot: It's the way he laughed that hurt me most. Pauline: There was only one reason that he didn't want you to learn to drive. The last thing he would have wanted is for you to have independence. Sue Osman on Reg Cox: No one gave a toss about him. Pete Beale: All Reg was to me was three pounds of King Edwards a week, plus the occasional [apple]. Michelle on Reg: I didn't like him much. Nick Cotton on Reg: Ma reckoned he was the biggest skiver of all. Nick: Reg Cox. He used to live here when this place [Number 25] was flats. Sue on Reg: He weren't our neighbour. He was just some bloke who lived upstairs. Came and went as he liked. [He] used to go on at us. He hated kids. He was blind drunk most of the time. Arthur Fowler on Reg: He did like his drink. Den Watts on Reg: He drank on his own. Den on Reg: He used to cause ructions in the Public when he'd had too many, which was most days. Sue on Reg: He was a nasty old man. Nick: Old Reg was in the Vic. I was hard up, short of a few bob. I'd screwed the last few pennies out of that naffing mother of mine, spent it all on Special Brew. You could always con [Reg] into buying you a drink if you were careful about it. Right old scrooge at the best of times, but if you got him on about the war he was like putty in your hands. Reckoned he won the Battle of the Blitz single-handedly, didn't he? Smelly old liar. Detective Sergeant Rich to Den: Mr Cox was attacked as soon as he left [the Vic] after closing. Who was with him? Den: No-one, as far as I remember. Nick: The Vic closed. I bought a bottle of whisky. Well, [Reg] did. DS Rich: You see any strangers around that day? Saeed Jaffrey: Of course, plenty. We get the overflow from the market. DS Rich: Where were you [that] afternoon? [I]Ali Osman: Out cabbying. Ian Beale: We was at school. Tony Carpenter: Staying out in Luton. I was doing a conversion job on a pub there. Bassett Street, Crown And Sceptre. Lofty Holloway: Betty's Old Snooker Club. Nick Cotton: At me mum's place. Den Watts: Visiting a friend. DS Rich: A lady friend? Den: 10 out of 10. Angie Watts to Den: The one you swore blind you were never going to see again![/I] Nick on Reg: Went back to his place. He was legless and he had a bit of cash. Spotted that when he bought the booze at the off licence. Also, there were a few bits and pieces in that dump he called a home that was worth a few quid, like a few wartime medals for a start. DS Rich on Reg: He had a collection of [German war medals] up in his room. There were a dozen or so in a display case and on the day he was attacked, they were stolen. Nick on Reg: So I said to him, "Hand it all over". He went all funny. Made me mad as hell. It's like a mixture of too much dope and too much booze — feel like the most powerful man in the world. Two feet off the ground, you know. So I kicked his head in. Reg didn't make any noise. Well, not at first. Nick: I roughed him up good and proper and he snuffed it. Stole all his medals, flogged them and bought some gear. Dot: But why? Why did you do such evil things? Nick: To make me feel something, a bit of a thrill I suppose. Mark on Reg's war medal: I just found it on a skip, Tony's skip. It was under some bricks. I was just looking. DS Rich: It belonged to Mr Reg Cox. You sold it to Mr Holloway for five quid. Den: I remember when [Reg] went missing. Ali: We didn't notice anything. Den: It was the Pakis who discovered it. Naima Jaffrey on Reg: He didn't come in for his milk. For three days. Saeed: We keep a carton for him every day, see, and we got worried when he didn't come in for it. It was us who went and told Den and Pete. Patrick Trueman on racial harassment: You know there was a time I couldn’t walk down the street without somebody having a go. I’d ignore them once, twice — but the third time, I’d invite them to take off their jacket. Patrick: I know what it’s like to be hounded by the community. I know what it’s like to be hated, spat at, and no human being deserve that. Alan Jackson: I was coming back from the pub one night with me mates — black, yeah? This transit pulled up. About six blokes jumped out and went for us. Never seen them before in our lives. They had sticks, bits of wood, the lot. We ran. They chased us into this shopping precinct. We got split up. Me and me mate had to jump over this balcony to get away. It was about a twenty foot drop. Nigel: What happened to the other one, your mate? Alan: Chris. He got trapped in an alleyway. They used a stanley knife on his face and his back. His kids got nightmares just looking at him. Phil Mitchell: That reminds me of the Chinese woman used to run the chip shop down by the docks. Every Friday night, right, she used to get all the nutters in, giving it "chinky this" and "chinky that". She put up with that for years. Never lost her temper, not once. Then finally one Friday night, the gaff's packed and this geezer comes in and starts taking the mick. [Adopts fake Chinese accent:] "One chip and curry sauce!" And wallop, she flipped. She takes a dirty great ladle of boiling hot fat and bosh, straight in his boat — but it was her first offence, she said that he provoked her, and she only ends up with probation. Carries on working at the same chippy. Do you know, she never got one bit of aggravation after that. Who says violence never solves anything, eh? Alfie Moon on his red kimono: I rescued it from a fire in a Chinese restaurant. It's a hundred percent pure silk. Lydia Simmonds to Janine: My kimono, your granddad give it me. We got it off the market. Alfie on his younger brother Spencer: When he was born, he looked like an onion bhaji. Billy Mitchell: The first time I went out for an Indian, I drank from the water bowl and ate the lemon. Nana Moon on Spencer: I was old when he was born. He was the most lovely baby. Eyelashes like Elizabeth Taylor. They were such happy days. Alfie: It only seems like five minutes ago Spencer was there gurgling, wide-eyed and gormless, passing wind like there was no tomorrow. Alfie: Here Nana, you used to sing [‘When You And I Were Young, Maggie’] to me and Spencer when we were kids. Jean Slater: Forty-one hours. That’s how long Sean had me up for once. Brian stormed out in the end. It was three days before he came back. Jean: Sean was a terrible sleeper. I ended up sleeping on the floor of his bedroom, flat on the carpet. Then eventually he'd nod off. Big Mo: Why didn't you bring the mattress in and go to sleep on it? Jean: No idea. Zainab Masood: Do you remember when I was pregnant with Syed, how I decorated that entire flat in one week? Masood Ahmed: Yeah, every time I came home from work, you’d stripped another wall, painted the skirting. Zainab: That place was such a hovel. Masood on his son Syed: Do you remember when he was born? Twenty hours of labour. You were exhausted and there he was. Zainab: I was so proud to have given you a son. Masood: This tiny, tiny little boy. The look on your face, the purest love I’ve ever seen. Zainab: I was only a child when Syed was born. Zainab: Syed, from the moment that you were placed in my arms I have loved you beyond any reason. Zainab: To think that you were once that tiny baby in my arms, all pale and fragile. Syed: A sickly baby, yes I know. Masood speaking to Syed in 2009: I wasn’t much more than a boy myself. I was younger than you are now [twenty-four]. You know when I first lifted you out of your cot, I nearly dropped you. You were so tiny, I thought if I held you too hard I might damage you. Let me tell you, your first time away from your parents, your first job, even getting married — nothing changes you like seeing your child’s first smile. That’s real responsibility. Masood to Syed: From the moment you were born, you have been a wedge between us [himself and Zainab]. I don't even blame you. I don't. You were just a whiny obnoxious child full of your own self worth. From the moment you were born, you wedged yourself in the bed between us and then kicked me in the back. Zainab speaking in 2009: I have been a mum for the last twenty-five years and I have loved it. Zainab on her family: All I’ve ever tried to do is protect them. Michael Moon to Alfie: You always were my favourite Moon. Michael: Jack [Branning]’s my oldest mate. We’ve known each other since we were kids. Carol Jackson: I remember when you first came home from school with Jack. You sat on our wall sharing a fag, pulling the legs off of spiders. Michael: And you were popping out your sixteenth baby as I recall. Bianca Jackson: I was there when Sonia [was] born. She never stopped crying. I don't think she come up for air till she was about two. Carol to her daughter Sonia: Do you know what my mum used to say about you? “That child was born with a wise head on her shoulders.” Sonia: And she also used to say, correct me if I’m wrong, that I was a little bit weird and you should have never bought me that trumpet. Bianca: You were gorgeous [as a baby], Sonia. Lovely, chubby little thing. I used to sit you on me knee and make faces at you to make you laugh. Sonia Jackson: I never even knew my real dad. I've seen a photo. He was really ugly. Bianca: I remember Sonia's dad. Carol: Terry? Bianca: Yeah. You was always arguing. Carol: Yeah, because he was always knocking me around. Bianca: Is that why he left? Carol: No. He just upped and went, taking everything that wasn't nailed to the floor. Alan: Who's this? Carol: Terry Cant. You never met him. Sonia: I always thought my [father] would come for me. Carol: It's never been easy for me to trust anyone. Robbie and Sonia's fathers, they never cared. When the going got rough, that was it. They just went. Alan to Carol: When have you ever really committed yourself to anyone? I mean, you say all these blokes walked out on you — maybe you wanted them to walk out on you. Maybe that's why things kept falling apart, because in the end, you were scared of tying the knot. Jim Branning to Sonia: Like I used to say to your mother, "Carol," I said, "it's no good — different babies, different blokes. A kid's got to know where he stands, see. One mum, one dad, and both of them legally bound." Not that she ever listened to a word I said, of course. Derek Branning on Carol: A slapper who's had a bag of kids by a bunch of different fathers. Carol: I can't help what happened. I was young. I didn't know any better. I didn't wake up one day and think, "I know what I'll do. I'll have loads of kids by several different men." I didn't plan all this, you know. I didn't like meeting creeps and falling in love with them, but it happened. And it wasn't much fun being left to bring up their kids on my own either, but I did it. And do you want to know why? Because I thought one day, just one day, I'd get it right. I'd meet the right bloke, I'd live in the right house and I'd give my kids the right father. No matter how hard it got, I just kept on hoping. All I ever wanted was a family. Carol: All I’ve ever done my whole life is sacrifice my happiness for my kids. Bianca, speaking to Carol in 2010: You love it, playing the martyr. It’s been your role of choice for the last forty-seven years. Carol, speaking in 2011: I always thought that I’d end up in a place like this [a small flat] — you know, men would come and go and the kids would grow up and leave home and leave me on my own. Eddie Moon: Have you always been like this? Carol: Like what? Eddie: Frightened to have a life. There must have been a time when you were happy being you. Carol: Blokes used to be all over me. I was a looker. Robbie Jackson: Mum certainly knew how to pick 'em, didn't she? Bianca: Oh Mum, you know how to pick them, don't you? What about the bald one with the hairy ... Carol: Don't remind me! Bianca: What on earth did you see in him anyway? Carol: Money. He was loaded. Don't you remember all those presents he bought you and Robbie? Bianca: Well maybe he weren't too bad then! Carol: Well, Old Baldy only lasted a couple of weeks. Mind you, none of them lasted very long, did they? Carol: My mother always said I could pick 'em. Lorraine Wicks: Mine said the same about me. Bianca to Carol: How would you be if you had a childhood like mine? Different blokes all the time, never knowing who my next dad was going to be. It wasn't easy, you know. Bianca: You never told us what was going on. Carol: I admit it, I was wrong. Bianca on Carol: Things was always worse when she was breaking up with a fella — making a fuss over us, wanting to do stuff with us, making us feel like we're the most important things in her life. Then she starts crying. It's horrible. Carol to Bianca: The best part of my life has been having you kids. Carol to her children: There's been loads of times in my life when I've felt like giving up. I've had more kicks in the teeth than a rugby prop forward, but I've always got up and carried on. It's you lot that kept me going. Blossom Jackson: Every man Carol has ever been with has just given up on her and walked out. And every time it happened, that girl had to pick herself up and start all over again. Carol: When Bianca was eight years old, she was practically a grown up. TJ Spraggan, in mid-conversation: You cut her hair off? Bianca: Yeah, both pigtails gone. Her mum went mental. And then the teacher, Miss Goody, called my mum in. “Yeah,” she said, “I know things must be difficult for you. You’re on your own, aren’t you? It must be really hard to keep on top of things.” My mum just looked at her and went, “Thanks for that, but the next time Tracy Jones tells my daughter that her dad’s not around because her dad’s a serial killer in prison, it’ll be more than her pigtails that go.” She scared the life out of her! David Wicks on Bianca: Has she never asked any questions about her real father? Carol: No. Not a single one. All she knows is that her dad is someone called Dave I knew when I was at school. David: And she's never wanted to be told anything more? Carol: Never. Not even the colour of your eyes. You see, as far as she's concerned, her father left her and me to get on with things on our own. Bianca: My dad left me. Ricky Butcher: Before you were born. It's not as if you knew what you were missing. Bianca: I did when I was growing up, seeing all me mates with their dads and I was just left with me mum. Robbie: School was the worst — playing football and not having anyone to look round at when you scored a goal. Mum would come sometimes, but she'd shout all the wrong things and people would take the mickey for days. Gary Bolton to Robbie: I wasn't there for you growing up, but I never forgot you. Bianca: I used to dream about finding me real dad. I used to make up all these stories in me head about what he’d be like. David: Did you ever wonder why I never come and see you? Bianca: Of course I did. David: And why did you think that was? Bianca: When I was little, I just thought maybe you was George Michael or a handsome prince or something. As I got older, I realised it was just because you were a bastard. Heather Trott: I’ve written some lovely fan mail [to George Michael] and I got a reply once too. Shirley Carter on ‘I’m Your Man’ by Wham: I hate this song. I always have. Al Jenkins: First single you ever bought? Roxy Mitchell: ‘Get Into the Groove’, Madonna. Heather on her 12” copy of ‘System Addict’ by 5 Star: I remember when I first stuck this on my record player. The world was so magical, full of possibilities. I was going to make something of myself. Heather, speaking in 2011: I’ve been waiting twenty-six years to get my ‘System Addict’ [sleeve] signed. Kat on ‘Frankie’ by Sister Sledge: I used to do a routine to this with me sisters but Lynne always used to get the steps wrong. She was useless. Dennis Rickman: I used to lie awake as a kid imagining what he'd be like, my dad. Someone who'd seen the world — army, navy, diamond thief. Someone big, solid, firm handshake. Someone who when I found him, he'd be there. Dennis to Den: I used to think about you all the time when I was a kid, all the time. See some tall bloke in a flash car, any bloke giving it large, and I'd think, "That's my dad." Used to think, "Any minute now, he'll come and get me. Take me home with him." And then I stopped being ten or whatever, wised up a bit. Dennis: I [had a] rubbish upbringing. No one's ever really wanted me and after a while, you stop blaming everyone else and start blaming yourself. Den on Dennis: All that time in care, enough to turn anyone into a total head case. All those years of being unloved, unwanted. Phil to Dennis: That little boy, that one in the children’s home, the one that looked out the window and saw all the horrible, nasty things that could hurt him and swore he wouldn’t join in anymore — that’s who you are. Den to Dennis: Something must have been done to you in one of those kids' homes you were in. Some sicko must have really got to you and messed up your head. Poor little kid, scared witless, sick with shame because of what they done to you and you couldn't tell anyone, could you? Because no one would believe a kid like you. Did they threaten you with worse if you opened your mouth and talked? No wonder you didn't care whether you lived or died. You poor little ... and they were supposed to be taking care of you, looking after you - and instead, some sick nonce ruined every little bit of your life and didn't think twice about it. Well, at least somebody wanted you, which is more than I ever did. Garry Hobbs on his father: Waste of space. I ain't seen him in years. I suppose that's what happens with families, isn't it? People drift apart. Someone's got to make the effort and well, we never did. I thought about tracking him down once, you know, asking what happened. Waste of time though really, eh? Charlie Cotton Jr: I hardly knew anything about my dad. I only met him when I was a kid. Tiffany Raymond: When I was a kid, my dad, he was God. Charlie Slater on Zoe: One day, she looked up at me and said, "Dada." I just bawled me eyes out, I felt so happy. It doesn't matter how she come into the world, I was her dad. Always would be. Kat: You never changed Zoe’s nappies. Charlie: Who do you think looked after her when your mum went to work and you went to school, eh? Kat: You was working as well. Charlie: Yeah. Night shifts for two years. Had to. It was the only way we could work round it. Kat: I don’t remember that. Charlie: Why should you? Kat: You worked nightshifts for two years to look after Zoe? When did you sleep? Charlie: I didn’t much. Roxy: Dad used to buy me a sugar mouse every Friday night when I was a little girl. He really liked jazz music. He used to play it when he was cooking. It used to send me screaming from the room. Jack Branning on Jim: He weren’t perfect but he was strong. I mean, Max, do you remember playing cricket down in Vicky Park in the summer? Used to bowl that ball hard, didn’t he? I remember one time he hit me in the shin. When the bruise come up like a melon, he just laughed. Helen, Tanya’s midwife: Max, did you ever play cricket? Max Branning: At school, yeah. Max: Last time I played rounders I had Wayfarers. Jack: Yeah and a right dodgy-looking Chris Waddle mullet. Max: I could have played lead, you know. I’m more of a batsman really. Mr Turnbull, PE, fifth year, sat me down and said, “Branning, you’ve got what it takes.” Jack: He was talking about me, you doughnut. Max: Simple hand-eye coordination, that’s what he said. Jack: You’re rewriting history. Max, speaking to his daughter Lauren: I never did tell you about the time me and Jack got chased by the police. Taking trainers we were, about your age [sixteen]. Jack would pay you a lot of money never to find out his tag name. Jack on Max: "Nine Years in the Nick" — that’s what Dad used to call him. Max: Yeah well, Dad used to call me a lot of things, didn’t he? Not a lot of it was nice. Or fair. Carol on Jim: I remember all the fights. Used to go through the night. Couldn’t bear to be wrong, could he? Jack: Does that remind you of someone, does it? Carol: At least you knew where you stood with him. You had to respect him for that. We always knew that he loved us. Max: Speak for yourself. Carol: He did. Max: If love’s a belt across the backside, he loved us plenty. Carol: I had issues with him too. Max: My dad give me [a clip round the ear]. Never did me any harm. Jim, speaking to Max’s son Bradley: Your father, and he was a lot younger than you [nineteen], he used to go out, do whatever he had to do, come home, get into bed. There was no [discussion] about how fair was this, how fair was that. Bradley: Well maybe he gave up trying [to talk to you]. I mean, did he ever come to you and open up? Jim: He come to me when he was in trouble. Jim on Max: He was wilful. I never had anything with him, nothing. Derek Branning: It’s an unwritten law, isn’t it? Fathers and sons always fighting like cats and dogs. I was just the same with my old man when I was [Joey’s] age [twenty-five]. Carol to Derek: You've done this all your life, haven't you, talking with your fists? With Dad and the blokes you used to drink with. Kim Fox on Denise: B in Home Economics, this one. Dennis: I remember Rosa. Chrissie Watts: Where did you meet her? Dennis: In my second home. I was ten. She was the cleaner. Chrissie: Why did you like her? Was she kind to you? Dennis: Yeah, and she used to sing a lot. Chrissie: Did that make you feel happy? Dennis: And safe. When I was a lad, I was quite mouthy. I used to get in fights and when I'd come off second, she'd do stuff to them — put stuff in their beds. Chrissie: Like what? Dennis: Well, she said it was Jamaican magic, but I reckon it was itching powder. Chrissie: She put itching powder in their beds? Dennis: Yeah. If you laid into me on Monday, you could bet you'd wake up on Tuesday scratching. Chrissie: That's awful! Dennis: Well, they weren't no angels. Chrissie: Neither were you by the sound of it. I wonder why she liked you so much? Dennis: Don't know. Sometimes you just like people. Sometimes you just fit. Dennis on himself and Tony Jamison: We were in the same home together. Kate Morton: Dad used to be a police chief inspector. He worked long hours, grinding work really, and he never took holidays. Peggy Mitchell: I bet that drove your mother mad. Kate: I just don't think he liked seeing us go without — you know, two young girls and all the latest fashion to keep up with. Roy Evans: Were you ever married? Maureen Carter: Yeah, to Jack. Big strong bloke, soft centre. Lost him [in 1985]. Heart attack. We had a good marriage.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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