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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 121201" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><u>1999</u></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather Trott on herself and Shirley: We used to watch “Beaches" all the time on Valentine’s Day.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lauren Branning to Tanya: Remember that Valentine’s card, that big one Dad got you that time? It was so big I could just about hide inside it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max Branning on Lauren: The girl who once put itching powder in my pants drawer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lauren: I was only five.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya to Max: And you deserved it!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya on Lauren: The little girl who used to sit there playing with her dolls for hours on end.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: She used to go mad when we used to get the names wrong.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: With Lauren, it was plasters. She used to collect them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian Beale: What — out the box?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: No, used ones. I mean, they had to be her own. Every time she had a cut or a graze, she'd take the plaster off, stick it up on the shelf. A whole line</span> <span style="font-size: 18px">of them she had, hanging there. Tanya wanted to bin them, but she wanted to keep them. Like little trophies they were, so proud.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean Slater: I once took three days to pull off a plaster.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jane Collins: [Lauren] confides in you, doesn't she?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: Yeah, she always has done.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: When Lauren was a little girl, she used to look at me like I was everything.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya to Lauren: I made a bed for you on the sofa when you were a little girl and had a day off school.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max to Lauren: I used to get you one of them orange lollies when you were poorly. I used to bring them back from work.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lauren to Tanya: You used to make [rice pudding] for me when I was ill.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nancy Carter: Tomato soup and sausage rolls.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Linda Carter: Your special sick meal. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nancy: Sometimes I did just pretend to be ill so you’d let me have it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: Do you remember that ice cream we had in Venice?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: Remember it? I’m still wearing it on me hips!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nancy: Do you remember when you and Dad tried to do the lift [from ‘Dirty Dancing’] in Majorca and he dropped you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Linda: You ask any couple of a certain age. They’ll have their own story to tell about that lift. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: Spain, 1999 — more of a riot than an stag. Talk about painting the town red — it was dripping with blood by the time we finished with it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Hazel Hobbs on Reg, an old boyfriend: Ships that passed — which is a shame really because Reginald does poetry and that is such a nice name.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Garry Hobbs on Hazel’s boyfriends: I’ve seen them come and I’ve seen them go. Could have done with one of them revolving doors, couldn’t you, Mother?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather Trott: I think I love him, Shirl.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Shirley Carter: Oh Hev, how many times have we been here? How many times have I had to pick up the pieces? Why don’t you do what you usually do? Get him plastered and give him a good seeing to.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Shirley: Just be yourself.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather: Never got me very far before.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat Slater on her most embarrassing date: I'm in this club, right, and I met this bloke and we're getting on all right and he asks me to go back to his place and I think, "Yeah, why not?" Anyway, we're in his bedroom, we're there having a cuddle, right, and I noticed that one wall was like one big mirror and I hear this cough and it ain't the bloke that I'm with. Well, I've got it, ain't I? It's a two-way job. I got right out of there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon: This cough, did it sound like this? [He coughs]</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: No.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: Well it should have. I paid a tenner to stand behind that mirror!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ava Hartman, mid-anecdote: ... and then he leans in for a kiss, and I kid you not — you know like when the mum bird is feeding the baby bird, except for with bits of ...? Needless to say, that was our first and last date.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo Morgan: A friend of mine at school, she met her husband speed-dating.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: There's hope for us all then.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: No, she didn't want to. She'd divorced him six months earlier. She was mortified.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather: A friend of mine lost two stone before the wedding date.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Hazel: What was that, the cabbage diet?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather: No — fiancé dumped her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Cora Cross: A mate of mine spent nine hours waiting in casualty once. Went in with a sceptic toenail, come out pregnant.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lauren: What on earth …?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Cora: Met some bloke with a dislocated finger.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tosh Mackintosh: Coming out to your mum and her taking you down the doctors for medication — that’s embarrassing. Being forced to go on a date with your neighbours’ son — that’s quite embarrassing, and not just because I could see over the top of his head. Not being allowed to go to your sister’s wedding unless you bring a bloke and wear a dress — that’s just … </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tosh on her family: They put me through hell and, yeah, maybe it’s made me hard, given me a few issues, but so what? Bad things happen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Selina, Jack Branning’s wife: It was so simple, wasn’t it? I loved you, you loved me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey Slater, showing Sean an old family photo: All of four us together. We were so happy, weren’t we?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean Slater: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: It must have been hard for you bringing up two kids with everything else going on.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: You get by.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: Do you think if you’d have known what was going to happen ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: I wouldn’t have changed anything. You and Sean gave me something to live for.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: Do you remember going down the rink on a Sunday? Ice-skating, you were so good at that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: I weren't that good.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: Oh you were, ever so. I'd sit and watch you. You used to love that. Me and your dad used to love that. Our little queen of the ice. You used to go so fast, I used to grip your dad's hand so tight, thinking any minute she's going to fall, but you never did. You just went faster and faster — whizzing round, turning, circles. You went like the wind. That's what you wanted to be when you was a grownup — Stacey Slater ice-skater! You won a little prize once. You must have been about eleven. Me and your dad, so proud. You were happy then.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean to Stacey: When you were little, when we used to go ice-skating, you'd fall and I'd slip-slide across that ice and I'd pick you up. I was your hero.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean to Stacey: I used to look after you, tuck you up like a pretty little doll. You thought I could make everything better, didn't you? You thought I was a bit of magic, didn't you, Stace? Oh I did love being your mummy, singing Bugsy Malone in the bath and combing your long hair and blowing night-night kisses and you catching them. And watching you on the ice like you was flying, Stacey Slater!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bradley Branning on ice-skating: I used to go with my mum on Sunday mornings.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danielle Jones: I used to go horse-riding when I was younger.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Penny Branning, Jack’s daughter: I used to love ballet. I wanted to be a dancer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Selina Branning on a dance trophy: That's Penny's. She won it when she was four.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: [I remember] you winning that little prize, just like it was yesterday. Hot chocolate and buns, all of us together.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: All of us?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: Us three. I wonder what happened to that little prize?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: It got lost. It was only a bit of plastic, Mum.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean on snooker: Never missed a Masters yet, not a single frame. Sean reckoned they should prescribe snooker on the NHS for insomniacs. He'd always end up watching it though. Him, me, two slices of cake.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean to Stacey: You used to love a nice choccy biccy. You used to break it in half and nibble all round the edges. You'd get through the whole packet.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bradley: Hot chocolate — Mum used to make it for me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey on sleepwalking: My mum used to have to lock all the windows. Apparently, I just used to stand there and stare in the fridge.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean pointing at an outfit Stacey made for her Barbie doll: Lining of the living room curtains. It was a fortnight before I even noticed. Look at the backstitching on these seams. She was only ten.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean on Stacey's scrapbook of fashion pictures: [She] got me in trouble at the doctor's, cutting up all their mags. I really thought she might make something of this once upon a time, my little Coco Chanel.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Chelsea Fox to Libby: I've always imagined you, Libs, being like a doctor or some hotshot lawyer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Dad weren't the ambitious type. He was a family man till the day he died.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: Stacey's dad, he worked the building sites.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey on her father Brian: He was a hod carrier — you know, bricks on a building site.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean to Sean: Your dad could mend anything, you know. Build it, fix it — whatever it was, he could do it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean Wicks: I used to have a penknife.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Linda to Lee and Dean: You ain’t seen each other since you were kids. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Linda, speaking in 2014: Bigger than when I last saw you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean: Fifteen years’ll do that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mick Carter on seeing Dean for the first time in fifteen years: Always imagined it would be [over] a handshake and a light ale.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack Branning, speaking about his father Jim in 2007: I haven't spoken to him for a while.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Elaine Peacock on Babe: I never trusted her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Donna Yates: I’ve been at Spring Lane [Market] fifteen years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny Allen on his association with Jake and Danny Moon: We go back a long way.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jake Moon: Johnny's always been cool with me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jake to Johnny: I never even knew you had a daughter.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon to Dougie Slade: You bailed me out once.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Spencer Moon on Dougie: The guy set [Alfie] up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: A little credit card fraud?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danny Moon: Never used to bother you. Time was you used to go out and come back in with a grand in your pocket using your wits.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny to Alfie: I know what you did for [Jake and Danny] over the credit cards. You can't tell me you took the rap for it just for the sake of it. You protected them from prison, Alfie.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: Three years I went down for.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Spencer to Alfie: How old was I when you were banged up and I was put into care, eh? We had nothing — nothing — and who took care of [us] then? You?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie to Jake: Spencer was fourteen years old, my little brother. Him and Nana were on their own for three years because of you and Danny.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: The first night I got locked up in that cell I cried myself to sleep. I couldn't believe how much I was missing Nana and Spencer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie on Spencer: I used to worry sick that the big boys were going to push him around at school — nick his schoolbag, nick his lunch and play football with his scotch egg.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Spencer on Nana Moon: She was always getting me out of trouble when I was younger.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie to Spencer: When I was banged up, I used to listen to the screws all day talking about their families and I can't tell you how much it used to hurt me knowing that you and Nana were getting on with your lives and I couldn't be a part of it. I was just stuck there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: I filed for divorce. She didn't contest it or nothing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: Did you get a solicitor?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: Yeah. I don't remember his name. I was in prison. You blank out everything just to get through it. Nana used to sort out everything while I was locked away.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Liza Moon: We got as far as the decree nisi.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: Did you keep the papers to prove that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Liza: No. Didn't you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: [Did] I [get] anything in the post from a [divorce] lawyer — documents, forms?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nana Moon: Oh yes, there were some things from the lawyers and I told you about it and you said they were a bunch of crooks and you didn't want anything more to do with them because you didn't give a flying ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: I know, Nan, I know. What did you do, did you chuck them?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nana: I think I sent it on to your lawyers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: I was really proud of you going there [St Agatha's School].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: I thought you said it was snobby.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: At first, yeah, but your mum persuaded me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: I remember the argument.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: It wasn't an argument, just a heated discussion. I didn't want you getting snooty.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: Did you argue a lot, you and Mum?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: No. No more than any other couple, probably less. Sending you to private school was probably the only thing that I was worried about, but she was right about that too. So I mostly let her get on with things. She looked after the house and I looked after work. We were a good team, me and your mum.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: Did you do domestic science at school?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: For a while.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: We did Henry VIII at school. He was a right action man.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zoe Slater: Shakespeare? Forget it. We went with the school once. Much ado about nothing, all right.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danielle on school: I didn't exactly fit in.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bradley to Max: When I was twelve, three boys kicked the absolute life out of me because of the colour of my hair. Where were you then?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nancy: How did you not get bullied at school?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny Carter: I could ask you the same question.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Linda to Nancy: When you were little, me and your dad bought you this Princess Jasmine costume for a party. Did your hair in bunches. You were covered in sequins. You looked lovely. Anyway, we dropped you off. We weren’t five minutes down the road and your dad’s mobile rang. We had to turn around and come straight back. You’d ripped off the costume, you were running around in your pants covered in mud playing football with the boys. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Linda: That’s the thing with Nance — she’s just not interested in her appearance. I mean even as a little girl, I’d try and get her in cute dresses, but she’d just yank them off and walk around in her vest and pants no matter what the weather was like.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carly Wicks: I trained as a mechanic, not very ladylike.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lynne Slater on ‘She's the One’ by Robbie Williams: Our Lanzarote holiday, they were playing it everywhere. Remember that bar? That woman, Sarafina, she read our palms. Said we'd have six kids. We had such a good time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Garry: I hate that song. I only put up with it because you liked it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Belinda Peacock: Neville took me on a cruise once, three weeks around the Caribbean. I felt like royalty.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather: I've never been on a cruise. I always wanted to do one — you know, lay on the deck and watch the dolphins while some bloke in a captain's suit gives me the eye.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pam Coker: I’ve always wanted to go on a cruise.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lola Pearce, biological granddaughter of Billy Mitchell and Julie Perkins, on her mother: She ran off when I was three.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lola on her first memory: Grumpy old care worker, four walls. Well, that’s it. That was my childhood.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lola: I’ve had to fight my whole life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lola: I’ve searched for my family my whole life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol Jackson, speaking about her father Jim in 1999: He had a fall and Nana can't look after him properly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: She kicked him out of the house more like!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie Slater to Kat: Your mum and me, we thought we’d have a house full of grandkids.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zoe Slater: We [nursed] Mum [through her last illness].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat on Viv: Maybe she wasn’t much of a fighter.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo on Viv: She had cancer, fought it like a good 'un.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary Bolton: That must have been hard on you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: It was.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie on Viv: You did the best for her, Mo.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: Viv and me used to play [bowls] together down the park every Sunday till she got too ill to leave the house.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie on Viv: It was a rough three months, coming in [to hospital] every day to see her. Do you remember that ward sister? Right dragon, weren't she?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Donna: I’ve spent half my life in the [Walford] General. It’s like my second home.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim Branning: There was this vicar when my missus was ill, when she had her stroke. All kind words and bad breath. Couldn't have been more than fourteen. Every time I sat down in that nursing home, there he was like a bleeding shadow. "Concentrate on the good times," he'd say. Used to rack my brains I did. "Get her to think about the future, what you can do and where you can go. Make plans with her. Get her to think positive." I mean, she weren't a well woman. And then when I did go to visit her one time, sitting there looking at the clock as usual, I said to her, "Here, Reenie," I said, "when you get a bit better, I'll take you on a nice trip. We can go wherever you like. You say where you want to go. I'll take you."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peggy Mitchell: What did she say?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim: She said, "Eileen Dunn owes me four pound fifty." I mean, we got the whole world there — me, there's the kids, the grandkids and a nice trip out. All she wants is for Eileen Dunn to pay her back four pound fifty.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek Branning: Did for my mother, cancer. She was a smoker.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather: My mum got sick. She had me doing everything for her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot: What was wrong with her?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Heather: That's just it. Doctor reckons it was all in her head. I missed going on holiday with the girls because of her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danielle: We missed a flight once. We had to start our holiday late. Luckily we still got the same caravan though.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: I knew that my mum was dying. It gave me time to think about it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Trevor Morgan: I used to come home to an empty house.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: What, do you mean when Mum was dying?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Trevor: You should have been with me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: You had to come home to an empty house? Well, I had to come home after crying for three hours because I wasn't strong enough to lift my own mother off the toilet. I needed you. You punched me in the face.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Trevor: And I needed you and you weren't there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: What else could I do?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Trevor: Come on, Mo. Your family always came first.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: She was dying.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Trevor: I never killed your mother. You resented being with me because it made you feel guilty that they were all there and you weren't, fawning over that old witch. She was the reason you didn't want to come home.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: That's right, I didn't want to come home. Because I thought she'd be dead by the time I got back in the morning and I thought I wouldn't have a chance to say good-bye to her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Trevor: How do you think that made me feel, eh? That you didn't want me?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: I had to be with my family.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Trevor: I was your family.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: You were part of it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Trevor: You were all I had.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie to Zoe: You used to play with [a butterfly brooch] when you was dressing up as a kid. We all thought it was a bit of junk, but just before your mum died, she found out it was a genuine antique.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo on Viv's wedding ring: She wanted it passed on to one of youse girls.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie on himself and Viv: We were married nigh on thirty years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot to Jim: You [and Reenie] were married for nigh on forty years. You spent a lifetime together.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim: I remember when my Reenie died. She came round a bit near the end like, and I tried to talk to her, but it was never my Reenie, not like she was. She would have had no life like that so I'm glad she didn't linger. I'm sure she would have felt the same.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Reenie's headstone: "In memory of Reenie Branning, loving wife, mother and grandmother at rest 8th October 1999. Aged 65 years."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim to Reenie: I never bought you flowers, did I? Not for your sideboard or your sickbed or your grave.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie Slater on Viv's former lover, Bunny Lakin: A couple of days before she died, she said his name. And I said, "What about him?" And she said, "Thanks for staying."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo on Viv: She asked [Charlie] to look after her kids.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo on Viv: The day before she died, she got hold of my hand and she said, "You're my special little girl, Mo." It was just right, really, because I was in a bit of a mess, you know, crying and that, and she just reached out and just for a minute, she made it all better.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: When Viv came home from the hospital that time and couldn’t cope, we had to call an ambulance at five o’clock in the morning. By teatime, she was dead.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Viv's headstone: "Vivienne Slater beloved wife and mother who fell asleep October 12th 1999"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo on Viv's daughters: They were devastated.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: I never wanted nothing to do with no-one when my mum died.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: When your mum goes, you can't help thinking all the things that could have been different, the times when you'd like her to have been proud of you instead of ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: Didn't think I'd ever get over it when Viv died. I didn't think anything could be worse than that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: When my mum died, it was the worse thing. I felt like a chunk of my life had been ripped out, but we got through it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: I thought I’d never eat again, never laugh again. I thought I couldn’t go a minute through the day without her being the only thing I could think about. But I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie to Lynne: When your mum died, I said I'd do</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">everything to keep the family together.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: All I've wanted since Viv went was to bring up my girls as best I could.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: I didn't deserve to bury my daughter.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: It was bad at the funeral.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: Yeah, but at least we was all together. I mean, they was all arguing and all that, but at least we was all together.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: Didn't notice you at [Viv's] funeral.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Well, maybe if I'd known about it. Then you always did keep things from your family, didn't you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat, speaking about Zoe in 2000: She's been crying for Mum [since she died].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie on Viv: She went to her grave knowing she could have told me [Harry was Zoe's father], but no, she left that secret with Kat.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zoe: I thought my mum was dead. Why didn't you tell me [you were my mother] when she died?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: I thought about it, but Dad said you were still too young.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat on Zoe's paternity: For years I thought it didn't really matter - "We're still family. What does it matter if she's his, or his? We're all the same blood." But it does matter though, doesn't it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Phil Mitchell on Mick: All these years — haven’t you wanted to tell him [that you’re his mother]?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Shirley: Of course I have, but the longer it went on the harder it got.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin Wicks to Carly and Dean: I did want to tell you [the truth]. Every day, I thought about saying something, but how do you go about doing something like that, eh? Telling your kids, the people that you love, that you’re ... that I’m ... I’m not your dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie to Kat: Your mum dying when she did, if that taught me anything, it’s, we're only here for five minutes so grab what you can and be happy.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat on a pair of hoop earrings: They were my mum’s. She left them to me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: Last time [all the Slater sisters were together], there was a punch up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean on Little Mo: She hasn’t seen me in years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: You used to be good, Sean, when you had your dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Yeah — shouting and screaming at each other while you went mental in the corner. Happy days, Mum, happy days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: When I was ill, Sean just couldn’t cope with it all, not like Stacey.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey to Jean: Ten years old, feeding you your pills on the kitchen floor — that was my childhood, Mum.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean, in 2008: For the last ten years of my life everything I’ve felt in my heart, in my chest, has been just black and empty and rotten.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: You hit someone?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: I didn’t have much choice. I didn’t appreciate being lied to. They tried to tell me my mum was all right, that she weren’t ill. I went out night after night after night, getting off my head, as much as I could stomach. Then one day, he starts up, has a right old pop. I tried, I tried so hard to block it out, but he just kept on and on and on at me, louder and louder, and I just crack and I lash out hard, fast, bam! Next day, he’s gone. Next day, he’s gone forever. It was my dad. I killed my dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean, speaking on July 22nd 2013: It’s been thirteen years, seven months and fifteen days since I lost Brian.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey on her father: He died when I was just a kid. I never really knew him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey on the day her father died: It was just a normal day. I said good-bye, went to school, he went to the building site and — it was just a normal day. He just never came back.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: Scaffolding weren't put up properly and he fell. One minute he’s lugging bricks thirty foot up the side of some poxy new flat and the next minute he’s on the floor, broken.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: His friends told me that he went all pale, his legs turned to jelly and all of a sudden, he fell.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: I thought you said you hit him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: It was me that caused the fall. It was delayed reaction, my fault. Now every time I look in the mirror, I see him, his anger, looking back at me, accusing me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: Did you see Dad after he died?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: Yeah, of course. I was his wife.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: You kissed [him], didn’t you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean on Brian: All smashed up, he was, and it was me what had to identify him and his eyes weren’t closed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean to Stacey: Your nan used to say, “Look after your figure if you want to meet a man what’ll love you and hold you and keep you forever.” She didn’t say he’d go and bloody die on me, did she? She didn’t tell me that I’d make all that effort, fall in love, have his kid and then he’d go and die on me. But then, she wasn’t expecting it. It’s a terrible shock to us all. He liked a laugh, but he was careful, your dad. I don’t care what the inquest said. Because that’s the bit what they couldn’t explain — how does a careful man doing a job he could have done with his eyes closed, how does he fall off of a scaffolding? How does a man like him just fall?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey to Jean: You ain’t the only one who lost Dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: Poor Sean, he was only fifteen when it happened.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: I was eleven.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: A midget.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: After he died, I found Sean lying on Brian’s side of the bed, head buried in his pillow, sobbing his heart out, but he would not talk about it to anyone, not even Stacey.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: You’ve always been a good boy, Sean. I know you adored your dad and him dying so sudden, like — it’s bound to have an effect, isn’t it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: When did you get this streak in you? You weren’t like it before you went off — a bit wild, but not vicious.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: How would you know, eh? Most of the time, you were under the bed, drooling.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Look at me, eh? The golden boy. Mum was so proud, but it was all a lie, wasn’t it? I just kept screwing up. I could hide it from her for a while, but not after what happened to Dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: When Brian passed away I think that Sean felt guilty — you know like kids do, think it’s all their fault. The problem was there wasn’t anyone else around to fit into Brian’s shoes, to guide him through it all.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: I tried my best but it was complicated.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: I’m not blaming you, Charlie. I am just saying that Sean missed out on having a man to look up to.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean to Charlie: You’ve never really cared about Stacey, have you? Or Sean or me or even Brian. Where were you when he died, eh? Where were you at his funeral? Your Lynne was there. She comes up to me in the crematorium. “Dad’s too upset about Mum to make it,” she said, “but he sends his best wishes.” Best wishes?! What could I do with best wishes? Could I put them on a plate and serve them to my kids? Could I take them down the electric and pay the bill? Could I wrap them around me at night to keep myself warm?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: Blaming everyone else — that's what my mum used to do. That's why she never did anything with her life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: My old man’s funeral, Charlie. You said to me if there was anything you could do, that family was what mattered and if I needed anything, I just had to ask.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: Yeah, and I meant it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: And I believed you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lauren: How comes you don’t like Christmas no more — is it because your dad died?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: I guess.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: All I know is that I woke up Christmas morning and you went. Me and mum went downstairs and you were gone. What were you thinking — “this is my chance, I’ll get out of it”? Dad was only dead three weeks.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Yeah, I know.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean on Sean: He just walked out — Christmas Day 1999. His sixteenth birthday. Didn’t see him for seven years. Thought he was dead.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: My life didn’t start till I was sixteen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: Why did you go, Sean? Why did you leave us? Was it me? Was it something that I did?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Stace, don’t be stupid. How could it have been you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: Yeah, but you just went. I didn’t get a call, not a word, nothing. Not even a letter just to say you’re all right, you’re alive.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: You’re the reason I left. I left because of you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: No, you didn’t.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Because I couldn’t cope, Mum. I can’t cope with you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: I couldn’t stay, could I? I couldn’t stay, watching her [Jean] lose her marbles, bits of her disappearing every day — money down the sink, food in her hair, that stink.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carly Wicks: You were a kid. Nobody expected you to cope.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Stacey did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: I didn’t walk out on Stacey, I ran. I just ran. I didn’t care. Left Stacey to pick up the pieces. Yeah, that’s something to be proud of, isn’t it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean on Stacey: When I left, I left her with that mad mother of ours. She was ten, eleven. Bright little thing, she was. Sweet, loving.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey to Sean: All that waiting — having the police round, not hearing from you, not knowing where you were — it’s like you just disappeared off the face of the earth.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey on Sean: I kept thinking he was going to come back, but he never. Mum got angry and didn’t want to talk about him so we didn’t.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean to Stacey: I had two boys once, two lovely boys — your father and your brother. And then they were gone. And you, pretending to be all sweetness and light.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: There aren’t any photos of Sean as a child. I destroyed them all. After Brian died and Sean left, I destroyed all the photos. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t know what I was doing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey to Sean: Mum smashed all your stuff up, ripped your clothes to shreds, all the photos. There was nothing left of you or what was yours. She wiped you out completely like you were never there. She had a right big bonfire.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Yeah, sounds like her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean on Sean: All those trophies he won. What happened to all those trophies?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: They just got lost, Mum.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean to Jean: Do you want to know what happened to all my stuff? Because it wasn’t lost. You smashed it up, you burned it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey, showing Sean an old family photo: She [Jean] kept it. She didn’t burn everything. I lied.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: I never gave up hoping, Sean. Everyone else did, but not me. I never ever gave up hoping.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 121201, member: 22"] [SIZE=5][u]1999[/u] Heather Trott on herself and Shirley: We used to watch “Beaches" all the time on Valentine’s Day. Lauren Branning to Tanya: Remember that Valentine’s card, that big one Dad got you that time? It was so big I could just about hide inside it. Max Branning on Lauren: The girl who once put itching powder in my pants drawer. Lauren: I was only five. Tanya to Max: And you deserved it! Tanya on Lauren: The little girl who used to sit there playing with her dolls for hours on end. Max: She used to go mad when we used to get the names wrong. Max: With Lauren, it was plasters. She used to collect them. Ian Beale: What — out the box? Max: No, used ones. I mean, they had to be her own. Every time she had a cut or a graze, she'd take the plaster off, stick it up on the shelf. A whole line[/SIZE][SIZE=4] [/SIZE][SIZE=5]of them she had, hanging there. Tanya wanted to bin them, but she wanted to keep them. Like little trophies they were, so proud. Jean Slater: I once took three days to pull off a plaster. Jane Collins: [Lauren] confides in you, doesn't she? Tanya: Yeah, she always has done. Tanya: When Lauren was a little girl, she used to look at me like I was everything. Tanya to Lauren: I made a bed for you on the sofa when you were a little girl and had a day off school. Max to Lauren: I used to get you one of them orange lollies when you were poorly. I used to bring them back from work. Lauren to Tanya: You used to make [rice pudding] for me when I was ill. Nancy Carter: Tomato soup and sausage rolls. Linda Carter: Your special sick meal. Nancy: Sometimes I did just pretend to be ill so you’d let me have it. Max: Do you remember that ice cream we had in Venice? Tanya: Remember it? I’m still wearing it on me hips! Nancy: Do you remember when you and Dad tried to do the lift [from ‘Dirty Dancing’] in Majorca and he dropped you? Linda: You ask any couple of a certain age. They’ll have their own story to tell about that lift. Alfie: Spain, 1999 — more of a riot than an stag. Talk about painting the town red — it was dripping with blood by the time we finished with it. Hazel Hobbs on Reg, an old boyfriend: Ships that passed — which is a shame really because Reginald does poetry and that is such a nice name. Garry Hobbs on Hazel’s boyfriends: I’ve seen them come and I’ve seen them go. Could have done with one of them revolving doors, couldn’t you, Mother? Heather Trott: I think I love him, Shirl. Shirley Carter: Oh Hev, how many times have we been here? How many times have I had to pick up the pieces? Why don’t you do what you usually do? Get him plastered and give him a good seeing to. Shirley: Just be yourself. Heather: Never got me very far before. Kat Slater on her most embarrassing date: I'm in this club, right, and I met this bloke and we're getting on all right and he asks me to go back to his place and I think, "Yeah, why not?" Anyway, we're in his bedroom, we're there having a cuddle, right, and I noticed that one wall was like one big mirror and I hear this cough and it ain't the bloke that I'm with. Well, I've got it, ain't I? It's a two-way job. I got right out of there. Alfie Moon: This cough, did it sound like this? [He coughs] Kat: No. Alfie: Well it should have. I paid a tenner to stand behind that mirror! Ava Hartman, mid-anecdote: ... and then he leans in for a kiss, and I kid you not — you know like when the mum bird is feeding the baby bird, except for with bits of ...? Needless to say, that was our first and last date. Little Mo Morgan: A friend of mine at school, she met her husband speed-dating. Alfie: There's hope for us all then. Little Mo: No, she didn't want to. She'd divorced him six months earlier. She was mortified. Heather: A friend of mine lost two stone before the wedding date. Hazel: What was that, the cabbage diet? Heather: No — fiancé dumped her. Cora Cross: A mate of mine spent nine hours waiting in casualty once. Went in with a sceptic toenail, come out pregnant. Lauren: What on earth …? Cora: Met some bloke with a dislocated finger. Tosh Mackintosh: Coming out to your mum and her taking you down the doctors for medication — that’s embarrassing. Being forced to go on a date with your neighbours’ son — that’s quite embarrassing, and not just because I could see over the top of his head. Not being allowed to go to your sister’s wedding unless you bring a bloke and wear a dress — that’s just … Tosh on her family: They put me through hell and, yeah, maybe it’s made me hard, given me a few issues, but so what? Bad things happen. Selina, Jack Branning’s wife: It was so simple, wasn’t it? I loved you, you loved me. Stacey Slater, showing Sean an old family photo: All of four us together. We were so happy, weren’t we? Sean Slater: Yeah. Stacey: It must have been hard for you bringing up two kids with everything else going on. Jean: You get by. Stacey: Do you think if you’d have known what was going to happen ... Jean: I wouldn’t have changed anything. You and Sean gave me something to live for. Jean: Do you remember going down the rink on a Sunday? Ice-skating, you were so good at that. Stacey: I weren't that good. Jean: Oh you were, ever so. I'd sit and watch you. You used to love that. Me and your dad used to love that. Our little queen of the ice. You used to go so fast, I used to grip your dad's hand so tight, thinking any minute she's going to fall, but you never did. You just went faster and faster — whizzing round, turning, circles. You went like the wind. That's what you wanted to be when you was a grownup — Stacey Slater ice-skater! You won a little prize once. You must have been about eleven. Me and your dad, so proud. You were happy then. Jean to Stacey: When you were little, when we used to go ice-skating, you'd fall and I'd slip-slide across that ice and I'd pick you up. I was your hero. Jean to Stacey: I used to look after you, tuck you up like a pretty little doll. You thought I could make everything better, didn't you? You thought I was a bit of magic, didn't you, Stace? Oh I did love being your mummy, singing Bugsy Malone in the bath and combing your long hair and blowing night-night kisses and you catching them. And watching you on the ice like you was flying, Stacey Slater! Bradley Branning on ice-skating: I used to go with my mum on Sunday mornings. Danielle Jones: I used to go horse-riding when I was younger. Penny Branning, Jack’s daughter: I used to love ballet. I wanted to be a dancer. Selina Branning on a dance trophy: That's Penny's. She won it when she was four. Jean: [I remember] you winning that little prize, just like it was yesterday. Hot chocolate and buns, all of us together. Stacey: All of us? Jean: Us three. I wonder what happened to that little prize? Stacey: It got lost. It was only a bit of plastic, Mum. Jean on snooker: Never missed a Masters yet, not a single frame. Sean reckoned they should prescribe snooker on the NHS for insomniacs. He'd always end up watching it though. Him, me, two slices of cake. Jean to Stacey: You used to love a nice choccy biccy. You used to break it in half and nibble all round the edges. You'd get through the whole packet. Bradley: Hot chocolate — Mum used to make it for me. Stacey on sleepwalking: My mum used to have to lock all the windows. Apparently, I just used to stand there and stare in the fridge. Jean pointing at an outfit Stacey made for her Barbie doll: Lining of the living room curtains. It was a fortnight before I even noticed. Look at the backstitching on these seams. She was only ten. Jean on Stacey's scrapbook of fashion pictures: [She] got me in trouble at the doctor's, cutting up all their mags. I really thought she might make something of this once upon a time, my little Coco Chanel. Chelsea Fox to Libby: I've always imagined you, Libs, being like a doctor or some hotshot lawyer. Sean: Dad weren't the ambitious type. He was a family man till the day he died. Jean: Stacey's dad, he worked the building sites. Stacey on her father Brian: He was a hod carrier — you know, bricks on a building site. Jean to Sean: Your dad could mend anything, you know. Build it, fix it — whatever it was, he could do it. Dean Wicks: I used to have a penknife. Linda to Lee and Dean: You ain’t seen each other since you were kids. Linda, speaking in 2014: Bigger than when I last saw you. Dean: Fifteen years’ll do that. Mick Carter on seeing Dean for the first time in fifteen years: Always imagined it would be [over] a handshake and a light ale. Jack Branning, speaking about his father Jim in 2007: I haven't spoken to him for a while. Elaine Peacock on Babe: I never trusted her. Donna Yates: I’ve been at Spring Lane [Market] fifteen years. Johnny Allen on his association with Jake and Danny Moon: We go back a long way. Jake Moon: Johnny's always been cool with me. Jake to Johnny: I never even knew you had a daughter. Alfie Moon to Dougie Slade: You bailed me out once. Spencer Moon on Dougie: The guy set [Alfie] up. Alfie: A little credit card fraud? Danny Moon: Never used to bother you. Time was you used to go out and come back in with a grand in your pocket using your wits. Johnny to Alfie: I know what you did for [Jake and Danny] over the credit cards. You can't tell me you took the rap for it just for the sake of it. You protected them from prison, Alfie. Alfie: Three years I went down for. Spencer to Alfie: How old was I when you were banged up and I was put into care, eh? We had nothing — nothing — and who took care of [us] then? You? Alfie to Jake: Spencer was fourteen years old, my little brother. Him and Nana were on their own for three years because of you and Danny. Alfie: The first night I got locked up in that cell I cried myself to sleep. I couldn't believe how much I was missing Nana and Spencer. Alfie on Spencer: I used to worry sick that the big boys were going to push him around at school — nick his schoolbag, nick his lunch and play football with his scotch egg. Spencer on Nana Moon: She was always getting me out of trouble when I was younger. Alfie to Spencer: When I was banged up, I used to listen to the screws all day talking about their families and I can't tell you how much it used to hurt me knowing that you and Nana were getting on with your lives and I couldn't be a part of it. I was just stuck there. Alfie: I filed for divorce. She didn't contest it or nothing. Kat: Did you get a solicitor? Alfie: Yeah. I don't remember his name. I was in prison. You blank out everything just to get through it. Nana used to sort out everything while I was locked away. Liza Moon: We got as far as the decree nisi. Alfie: Did you keep the papers to prove that? Liza: No. Didn't you? Alfie: [Did] I [get] anything in the post from a [divorce] lawyer — documents, forms? Nana Moon: Oh yes, there were some things from the lawyers and I told you about it and you said they were a bunch of crooks and you didn't want anything more to do with them because you didn't give a flying ... Alfie: I know, Nan, I know. What did you do, did you chuck them? Nana: I think I sent it on to your lawyers. Johnny: I was really proud of you going there [St Agatha's School]. Ruby: I thought you said it was snobby. Johnny: At first, yeah, but your mum persuaded me. Ruby: I remember the argument. Johnny: It wasn't an argument, just a heated discussion. I didn't want you getting snooty. Ruby: Did you argue a lot, you and Mum? Johnny: No. No more than any other couple, probably less. Sending you to private school was probably the only thing that I was worried about, but she was right about that too. So I mostly let her get on with things. She looked after the house and I looked after work. We were a good team, me and your mum. Johnny: Did you do domestic science at school? Ruby: For a while. Ruby: We did Henry VIII at school. He was a right action man. Zoe Slater: Shakespeare? Forget it. We went with the school once. Much ado about nothing, all right. Danielle on school: I didn't exactly fit in. Bradley to Max: When I was twelve, three boys kicked the absolute life out of me because of the colour of my hair. Where were you then? Nancy: How did you not get bullied at school? Johnny Carter: I could ask you the same question. Linda to Nancy: When you were little, me and your dad bought you this Princess Jasmine costume for a party. Did your hair in bunches. You were covered in sequins. You looked lovely. Anyway, we dropped you off. We weren’t five minutes down the road and your dad’s mobile rang. We had to turn around and come straight back. You’d ripped off the costume, you were running around in your pants covered in mud playing football with the boys. Linda: That’s the thing with Nance — she’s just not interested in her appearance. I mean even as a little girl, I’d try and get her in cute dresses, but she’d just yank them off and walk around in her vest and pants no matter what the weather was like. Carly Wicks: I trained as a mechanic, not very ladylike. Lynne Slater on ‘She's the One’ by Robbie Williams: Our Lanzarote holiday, they were playing it everywhere. Remember that bar? That woman, Sarafina, she read our palms. Said we'd have six kids. We had such a good time. Garry: I hate that song. I only put up with it because you liked it. Belinda Peacock: Neville took me on a cruise once, three weeks around the Caribbean. I felt like royalty. Heather: I've never been on a cruise. I always wanted to do one — you know, lay on the deck and watch the dolphins while some bloke in a captain's suit gives me the eye. Pam Coker: I’ve always wanted to go on a cruise. Lola Pearce, biological granddaughter of Billy Mitchell and Julie Perkins, on her mother: She ran off when I was three. Lola on her first memory: Grumpy old care worker, four walls. Well, that’s it. That was my childhood. Lola: I’ve had to fight my whole life. Lola: I’ve searched for my family my whole life. Carol Jackson, speaking about her father Jim in 1999: He had a fall and Nana can't look after him properly. Robbie: She kicked him out of the house more like! Charlie Slater to Kat: Your mum and me, we thought we’d have a house full of grandkids. Zoe Slater: We [nursed] Mum [through her last illness]. Kat on Viv: Maybe she wasn’t much of a fighter. Big Mo on Viv: She had cancer, fought it like a good 'un. Gary Bolton: That must have been hard on you. Big Mo: It was. Charlie on Viv: You did the best for her, Mo. Charlie: Viv and me used to play [bowls] together down the park every Sunday till she got too ill to leave the house. Charlie on Viv: It was a rough three months, coming in [to hospital] every day to see her. Do you remember that ward sister? Right dragon, weren't she? Kat: Yeah. Donna: I’ve spent half my life in the [Walford] General. It’s like my second home. Jim Branning: There was this vicar when my missus was ill, when she had her stroke. All kind words and bad breath. Couldn't have been more than fourteen. Every time I sat down in that nursing home, there he was like a bleeding shadow. "Concentrate on the good times," he'd say. Used to rack my brains I did. "Get her to think about the future, what you can do and where you can go. Make plans with her. Get her to think positive." I mean, she weren't a well woman. And then when I did go to visit her one time, sitting there looking at the clock as usual, I said to her, "Here, Reenie," I said, "when you get a bit better, I'll take you on a nice trip. We can go wherever you like. You say where you want to go. I'll take you." Peggy Mitchell: What did she say? Jim: She said, "Eileen Dunn owes me four pound fifty." I mean, we got the whole world there — me, there's the kids, the grandkids and a nice trip out. All she wants is for Eileen Dunn to pay her back four pound fifty. Derek Branning: Did for my mother, cancer. She was a smoker. Heather: My mum got sick. She had me doing everything for her. Dot: What was wrong with her? Heather: That's just it. Doctor reckons it was all in her head. I missed going on holiday with the girls because of her. Danielle: We missed a flight once. We had to start our holiday late. Luckily we still got the same caravan though. Kat: I knew that my mum was dying. It gave me time to think about it. Trevor Morgan: I used to come home to an empty house. Little Mo: What, do you mean when Mum was dying? Trevor: You should have been with me. Little Mo: You had to come home to an empty house? Well, I had to come home after crying for three hours because I wasn't strong enough to lift my own mother off the toilet. I needed you. You punched me in the face. Trevor: And I needed you and you weren't there. Little Mo: What else could I do? Trevor: Come on, Mo. Your family always came first. Little Mo: She was dying. Trevor: I never killed your mother. You resented being with me because it made you feel guilty that they were all there and you weren't, fawning over that old witch. She was the reason you didn't want to come home. Little Mo: That's right, I didn't want to come home. Because I thought she'd be dead by the time I got back in the morning and I thought I wouldn't have a chance to say good-bye to her. Trevor: How do you think that made me feel, eh? That you didn't want me? Little Mo: I had to be with my family. Trevor: I was your family. Little Mo: You were part of it. Trevor: You were all I had. Charlie to Zoe: You used to play with [a butterfly brooch] when you was dressing up as a kid. We all thought it was a bit of junk, but just before your mum died, she found out it was a genuine antique. Big Mo on Viv's wedding ring: She wanted it passed on to one of youse girls. Charlie on himself and Viv: We were married nigh on thirty years. Dot to Jim: You [and Reenie] were married for nigh on forty years. You spent a lifetime together. Jim: I remember when my Reenie died. She came round a bit near the end like, and I tried to talk to her, but it was never my Reenie, not like she was. She would have had no life like that so I'm glad she didn't linger. I'm sure she would have felt the same. Reenie's headstone: "In memory of Reenie Branning, loving wife, mother and grandmother at rest 8th October 1999. Aged 65 years." Jim to Reenie: I never bought you flowers, did I? Not for your sideboard or your sickbed or your grave. Charlie Slater on Viv's former lover, Bunny Lakin: A couple of days before she died, she said his name. And I said, "What about him?" And she said, "Thanks for staying." Big Mo on Viv: She asked [Charlie] to look after her kids. Little Mo on Viv: The day before she died, she got hold of my hand and she said, "You're my special little girl, Mo." It was just right, really, because I was in a bit of a mess, you know, crying and that, and she just reached out and just for a minute, she made it all better. Charlie: When Viv came home from the hospital that time and couldn’t cope, we had to call an ambulance at five o’clock in the morning. By teatime, she was dead. Viv's headstone: "Vivienne Slater beloved wife and mother who fell asleep October 12th 1999" Big Mo on Viv's daughters: They were devastated. Little Mo: I never wanted nothing to do with no-one when my mum died. Kat: When your mum goes, you can't help thinking all the things that could have been different, the times when you'd like her to have been proud of you instead of ... Charlie: Didn't think I'd ever get over it when Viv died. I didn't think anything could be worse than that. Kat: When my mum died, it was the worse thing. I felt like a chunk of my life had been ripped out, but we got through it. Kat: I thought I’d never eat again, never laugh again. I thought I couldn’t go a minute through the day without her being the only thing I could think about. But I did. Charlie to Lynne: When your mum died, I said I'd do everything to keep the family together. Charlie: All I've wanted since Viv went was to bring up my girls as best I could. Big Mo: I didn't deserve to bury my daughter. Kat: It was bad at the funeral. Little Mo: Yeah, but at least we was all together. I mean, they was all arguing and all that, but at least we was all together. Big Mo: Didn't notice you at [Viv's] funeral. Pat: Well, maybe if I'd known about it. Then you always did keep things from your family, didn't you? Kat, speaking about Zoe in 2000: She's been crying for Mum [since she died]. Charlie on Viv: She went to her grave knowing she could have told me [Harry was Zoe's father], but no, she left that secret with Kat. Zoe: I thought my mum was dead. Why didn't you tell me [you were my mother] when she died? Kat: I thought about it, but Dad said you were still too young. Kat on Zoe's paternity: For years I thought it didn't really matter - "We're still family. What does it matter if she's his, or his? We're all the same blood." But it does matter though, doesn't it? Phil Mitchell on Mick: All these years — haven’t you wanted to tell him [that you’re his mother]? Shirley: Of course I have, but the longer it went on the harder it got. Kevin Wicks to Carly and Dean: I did want to tell you [the truth]. Every day, I thought about saying something, but how do you go about doing something like that, eh? Telling your kids, the people that you love, that you’re ... that I’m ... I’m not your dad. Charlie to Kat: Your mum dying when she did, if that taught me anything, it’s, we're only here for five minutes so grab what you can and be happy. Kat on a pair of hoop earrings: They were my mum’s. She left them to me. Big Mo: Last time [all the Slater sisters were together], there was a punch up. Sean on Little Mo: She hasn’t seen me in years. Jean: You used to be good, Sean, when you had your dad. Sean: Yeah — shouting and screaming at each other while you went mental in the corner. Happy days, Mum, happy days. Jean: When I was ill, Sean just couldn’t cope with it all, not like Stacey. Stacey to Jean: Ten years old, feeding you your pills on the kitchen floor — that was my childhood, Mum. Sean, in 2008: For the last ten years of my life everything I’ve felt in my heart, in my chest, has been just black and empty and rotten. Tanya: You hit someone? Sean: I didn’t have much choice. I didn’t appreciate being lied to. They tried to tell me my mum was all right, that she weren’t ill. I went out night after night after night, getting off my head, as much as I could stomach. Then one day, he starts up, has a right old pop. I tried, I tried so hard to block it out, but he just kept on and on and on at me, louder and louder, and I just crack and I lash out hard, fast, bam! Next day, he’s gone. Next day, he’s gone forever. It was my dad. I killed my dad. Jean, speaking on July 22nd 2013: It’s been thirteen years, seven months and fifteen days since I lost Brian. Stacey on her father: He died when I was just a kid. I never really knew him. Stacey on the day her father died: It was just a normal day. I said good-bye, went to school, he went to the building site and — it was just a normal day. He just never came back. Stacey: Scaffolding weren't put up properly and he fell. One minute he’s lugging bricks thirty foot up the side of some poxy new flat and the next minute he’s on the floor, broken. Sean: His friends told me that he went all pale, his legs turned to jelly and all of a sudden, he fell. Tanya: I thought you said you hit him. Sean: It was me that caused the fall. It was delayed reaction, my fault. Now every time I look in the mirror, I see him, his anger, looking back at me, accusing me. Stacey: Did you see Dad after he died? Jean: Yeah, of course. I was his wife. Stacey: You kissed [him], didn’t you? Jean on Brian: All smashed up, he was, and it was me what had to identify him and his eyes weren’t closed. Jean to Stacey: Your nan used to say, “Look after your figure if you want to meet a man what’ll love you and hold you and keep you forever.” She didn’t say he’d go and bloody die on me, did she? She didn’t tell me that I’d make all that effort, fall in love, have his kid and then he’d go and die on me. But then, she wasn’t expecting it. It’s a terrible shock to us all. He liked a laugh, but he was careful, your dad. I don’t care what the inquest said. Because that’s the bit what they couldn’t explain — how does a careful man doing a job he could have done with his eyes closed, how does he fall off of a scaffolding? How does a man like him just fall? Stacey to Jean: You ain’t the only one who lost Dad. Jean: Poor Sean, he was only fifteen when it happened. Stacey: I was eleven. Sean: A midget. Jean: After he died, I found Sean lying on Brian’s side of the bed, head buried in his pillow, sobbing his heart out, but he would not talk about it to anyone, not even Stacey. Charlie: You’ve always been a good boy, Sean. I know you adored your dad and him dying so sudden, like — it’s bound to have an effect, isn’t it? Jean: When did you get this streak in you? You weren’t like it before you went off — a bit wild, but not vicious. Sean: How would you know, eh? Most of the time, you were under the bed, drooling. Sean: Look at me, eh? The golden boy. Mum was so proud, but it was all a lie, wasn’t it? I just kept screwing up. I could hide it from her for a while, but not after what happened to Dad. Jean: When Brian passed away I think that Sean felt guilty — you know like kids do, think it’s all their fault. The problem was there wasn’t anyone else around to fit into Brian’s shoes, to guide him through it all. Charlie: I tried my best but it was complicated. Jean: I’m not blaming you, Charlie. I am just saying that Sean missed out on having a man to look up to. Jean to Charlie: You’ve never really cared about Stacey, have you? Or Sean or me or even Brian. Where were you when he died, eh? Where were you at his funeral? Your Lynne was there. She comes up to me in the crematorium. “Dad’s too upset about Mum to make it,” she said, “but he sends his best wishes.” Best wishes?! What could I do with best wishes? Could I put them on a plate and serve them to my kids? Could I take them down the electric and pay the bill? Could I wrap them around me at night to keep myself warm? Stacey: Blaming everyone else — that's what my mum used to do. That's why she never did anything with her life. Sean: My old man’s funeral, Charlie. You said to me if there was anything you could do, that family was what mattered and if I needed anything, I just had to ask. Charlie: Yeah, and I meant it. Sean: And I believed you. Lauren: How comes you don’t like Christmas no more — is it because your dad died? Sean: I guess. Stacey: All I know is that I woke up Christmas morning and you went. Me and mum went downstairs and you were gone. What were you thinking — “this is my chance, I’ll get out of it”? Dad was only dead three weeks. Sean: Yeah, I know. Jean on Sean: He just walked out — Christmas Day 1999. His sixteenth birthday. Didn’t see him for seven years. Thought he was dead. Sean: My life didn’t start till I was sixteen. Stacey: Why did you go, Sean? Why did you leave us? Was it me? Was it something that I did? Sean: Stace, don’t be stupid. How could it have been you? Stacey: Yeah, but you just went. I didn’t get a call, not a word, nothing. Not even a letter just to say you’re all right, you’re alive. Sean: You’re the reason I left. I left because of you. Jean: No, you didn’t. Sean: Because I couldn’t cope, Mum. I can’t cope with you. Sean: I couldn’t stay, could I? I couldn’t stay, watching her [Jean] lose her marbles, bits of her disappearing every day — money down the sink, food in her hair, that stink. Carly Wicks: You were a kid. Nobody expected you to cope. Sean: Stacey did. Sean: I didn’t walk out on Stacey, I ran. I just ran. I didn’t care. Left Stacey to pick up the pieces. Yeah, that’s something to be proud of, isn’t it? Sean on Stacey: When I left, I left her with that mad mother of ours. She was ten, eleven. Bright little thing, she was. Sweet, loving. Stacey to Sean: All that waiting — having the police round, not hearing from you, not knowing where you were — it’s like you just disappeared off the face of the earth. Stacey on Sean: I kept thinking he was going to come back, but he never. Mum got angry and didn’t want to talk about him so we didn’t. Jean to Stacey: I had two boys once, two lovely boys — your father and your brother. And then they were gone. And you, pretending to be all sweetness and light. Jean: There aren’t any photos of Sean as a child. I destroyed them all. After Brian died and Sean left, I destroyed all the photos. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t know what I was doing. Stacey to Sean: Mum smashed all your stuff up, ripped your clothes to shreds, all the photos. There was nothing left of you or what was yours. She wiped you out completely like you were never there. She had a right big bonfire. Sean: Yeah, sounds like her. Jean on Sean: All those trophies he won. What happened to all those trophies? Stacey: They just got lost, Mum. Sean to Jean: Do you want to know what happened to all my stuff? Because it wasn’t lost. You smashed it up, you burned it. Stacey, showing Sean an old family photo: She [Jean] kept it. She didn’t burn everything. I lied. Stacey: I never gave up hoping, Sean. Everyone else did, but not me. I never ever gave up hoping.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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An Oral History 1985-2015
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