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An Oral History 1985-2015
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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 121830" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><u>2005</u></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean Wicks: This one [New] Year, Dad got arrested. There’s me and Carly in the cop shop, five o’clock in the morning, New Year’s Day ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin Wicks: Apparently, I gave my clothes to some rough sleeper.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean: So we pick him up wearing nothing but an England flag wrapped round his fundamentals.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin: The whole England flag thing, it was a one off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie Mitchell: I once arranged my entire wardrobe into colours.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Extract from a letter to Jack Branning: "Dear Mr Branning, This is to confirm that the transfer of your property Flat 12, 34-36, Slaypit Road, Chiswick, London, W4 6YH to Selina Branning will complete at the end of February 2005. You will need to start paying maintenance payments ... backdated from the beginning of your separation.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack Branning: It was a messy divorce.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bradley Branning: I had the winning question in a quiz once. I had to put all the Doctor Whos in the right order.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny Allen: You ran away from school. They called the police. And then there's the little matter of you assaulting a pupil.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby Allen: I didn't assault her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby on phoning Johnny: I couldn't get a reply so I thought I'd just turn up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: At the house?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby on Johnny: He sold [the family house] without telling me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby to Johnny: Why did you move without telling me?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: I just thought we both needed a fresh start.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: I stood there in front of my own home, staring at it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Johnny: I was going to explain everything to you when you came back home for the holidays. I knew you'd be worried.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ruby: The neighbours told me [Johnny had moved to Walford]. So I got on a train.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danny Mitchell on his mother Glenda: I’ve spent my whole life pretending for her. I used to stay awake at night waiting for her to come home. She was always angry — angry that she’d lost her girls, angry that she’d lost Dad, angry that she was left with me. You knew when you were in trouble because she’d come in smiling and she’d turn on the stereo full blast and sing the same song over and over and over until she snapped and then she’d lash out, scream. Guess it was contact at least.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda on Danny: The way he spoke to me — everything I said he would twist round and turn it against me. Well, I didn’t put up with it from Archie and I wasn’t going to put up with it from him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danny on Glenda: I always knew she was totally screwed up about [Archie]. If I ever tried talking to her about Dad, she’d just yell at me as if it was my fault. I even thought that maybe it had been. Maybe something had happened that she was keeping from me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda on Danny: The day he turned sixteen, I changed the locks. I chucked him out.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood on the highlights of raising his children: Shabnam’s mood swings, Syed’s tantrums, the three years Tamwar was locked up in his room.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar: I used to share [a room] with Syed’s socks.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar: When parents are nice, there’s always a sinister reason. 2005, Dad took me to the zoo. He bought me an ice cream, a koala, a cola and a hat. And then he took me to the dentist and let them pull out my four back teeth.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Afia Khan: How old were you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar: Fourteen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar, speaking in 2009: Syed had so many girlfriends at my age [nineteen].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: Masood had his own company.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Inzamam Ahmed: A chance to make something of himself. And we both know what he did with it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood: We were successful. We were an important part of the community.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: Syed was the accountant.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: Dad’s never had a head for books.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood to Zainab: Your little Syed was stealing from the company.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar on Syed: He stole from us, from his own family.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: I made a mistake. The money I was taking, I was expecting it to come back tenfold. Twenty grew to fifty, became a hundred. Before I knew it, I’d spent thousands of pounds. I hadn’t a hope in hell of repaying any of it. I never meant to hurt our family.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Amira Shah: As soon as you realised you were in trouble, why didn’t you just come clean?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: My parents had struggled all their lives. For once they were happy, proud of the business, me. The thought of bringing all that crashing down ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar: Which you did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood to Syed: You ruined our business.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood on Syed: I challenged him, he admitted it, we argued and he left.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: Dad threw me out.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood on Syed: He left because I told him to go.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: When Dad said I had to leave, he was furious.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: When I left for work that day, what was the last thing you said to me?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: “Don’t forget the dhal.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed to Tamwar: [Zainab] might have driven me nuts, but it wasn’t easy to leave her — but leaving you behind, that almost killed me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab to Tamwar: You were still Tambo when he left.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar: I lost my brother, my big brother just like that. I didn’t know why or where he’d gone. "To make his mark," you said. What does that mean?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: It didn’t mean anything. I didn’t know what to say to you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: What did [Masood] tell you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: That you argued, that you left. There was to be no more contact. If I’d have known the truth, I’d have never played along. At the time I thought that you’d just lost your temper. I thought this would all be worked out within a week or two.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab to Syed: [You were] exiled like a leper.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood on Syed: I thought he’d come back, maybe even return the money, but I was wrong about that too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: I lost a son.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: I lost my family.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: When you [said you] took the money it was just so inexplicable to me, that you could do something like that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood: I explained why.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: You didn’t have to lie.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood: You didn’t have to believe.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: Why would you lie?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood: For you. I did it for you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed to Masood: I never asked you to take the blame. The minute you did that, you drove me away. I couldn’t come home to my family because I’d have to watch you play the secret martyr.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab: You were a young man. Young men make mistakes, but you didn’t have to stay away.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: I didn’t have a choice.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab on Syed: I never gave him any reason to cut me out. He was so cherished.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood: Perhaps too much.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: I was in Leeds for three years. Never being able to phone home, being on my own for Eid. Have you any idea how that felt, Tam? Being cast out, rejected, thinking your whole family hates you. It was the worst time of my life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood on Syed: Not seeing him was the worst bit. There are some moments you never get back. They’re gone forever.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: It was hard, Mum. It was really hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood: To be honest, there were times I was glad you were gone. I felt a little less like a stranger in my own home.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: If I’m honest, it wasn’t a totally negative experience for me either.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zainab on Syed: You sent him away, Masood. You didn’t let him come back home. He should have been here with us instead of mixing with God knows who for all those years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed on his homosexual experiences: [It happened] a couple of times. Four.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Christian Clarke: One night stands — your choice or theirs?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: Mine.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Christian: They OK with that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: I didn’t ask.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Syed: All my life, I’ve been running — from my family, from who I am.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie Cotton, Jr: All of my life, I’ve just been moving on. I’ve got no friends, no-one who knows me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie: I haven’t exactly been brought up to believe in marriage. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie to Yvonne: Every girlfriend I’ve ever had, you just make up stories and you tell lies.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot to Yvonne: Is that what you do?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nick Cotton: Every time he gets close to someone, every single time. She’s jealous. Always has been. If she hadn’t come between us [he and Charlie], maybe we could have been a proper family.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michael Moon on Eddie Moon: He’s scared of being with someone and of being alone. That’s why it never worked out with his second wife — because he couldn’t let her in and he couldn’t let her go. So she just walked.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tyler Moon on his mother: She walked out.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lauren Branning: How old where you when she left?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tyler: Seventeen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lauren: Must have been really hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tyler: Dad said we had to show we could manage without her so we did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Eddie on his son Craig: When Colleen and I split up, I felt like I was ready to be a good dad to him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michael: Yeah, you picked up where you left off, didn’t you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Eddie: I tried many times [to tell you about Craig], but everybody seemed happy. I didn’t want to destroy that. I tried my best.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michael: You did nothing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Eddie: I was able to make a fresh start, but you — your moods, your temper.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michael: All those years of me punishing you, no wonder you despised me. I’m a walking bad memory.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon on Michael: He always reckoned he knew he was going to die young. Something he wanted, you know?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise Fox: I didn’t bring my girls up to tell me lies.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Libby Fox, speaking about Denise in 2006: She read my diary. I sussed that last year. Found a spot of nail polish in it. Now I keep two diaries — one for me and one for her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Archie Mitchell, speaking about his brother Eric’s boxing trophy in 2008: I had the original in pride of place in my display cabinet and three years ago I was burgled. They cleaned me right out, even [Eric’s] cup, so I had a copy made. I thought the sentiment was more important than the cup itself. I was just wanted to keep the magic alive. It was stupid of me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carly Wicks to Nico Papas: When we started going out, we used to talk about stuff, make decisions together.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin on Carly and Nico: I had you up there with the greats — Romeo and Juliet, Cathy and Heathcliff, Peter and Jordan.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Chelsea Fox: How long were you and this Nico together?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carly: Nearly a year.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean Slater: I’ve been on stag dos that would make your eyes pop out.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin to Carly: I still remember the smile on your face when you walked down that aisle.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carly on her in-laws: I’m not good enough for their darling son, never have been.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anna Papas, Nico’s mother, on Carly: She never bothered to learn Greek. Never even tried.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin to Anna: Your boy was lucky to get my little girl.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin to Carly: [Nico’s] family, they’re up a bit up themselves, granted, but you didn’t marry his family, you married him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carly, speaking in February 2006: For the past six months, you’ve been treating me like a slave.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nico: A slave? We were starting a business together.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anna: You should be supporting him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carly: I did, but I expect some support to come my way.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean, mid-anecdote: The next day, a few of us woke up on a boat in Portsmouth!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin on Dean: And to think Oxbridge turned him down. Broke my heart, that did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bradley: I do have an A Level in business studies.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean: Spurs against Man U, October 2005. It’s a classic Spurs goal. It’s incredible. The ball plays into the feet of Dafoe. Dafoe turns, only to be brutally hacked down on the edge of the box by Ferdinand. Up steps Jermaine Jenas, curls the ball round the wall into the top right hand corner, leaving van der Sar with no chance. It’s beautiful.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Improvise, adapt, overcome — that’s what they teach you in the army.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: The army used to drum into us — it’s not what you do, it’s what you stop yourself from doing that matters.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Blokes in my unit — once they’ve killed, it destroys part of them. I’ve seen it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: You know what four years in the army taught me, Stace?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: How to polish your boots?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: You think you know a bloke inside out. You think he’d do anything for you, die for you even. We all get it wrong sometimes. You never really know what someone’s like till the bullets start flying over their head.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Al: You betrayed me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: I never done her, Al, your bird. She put it on a plate for me and all and I never touched her. You know why? Because we were mates.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: You get some Dear John letter off of your bird and reckon offing me is going to — what? Make you feel better? You shoot your best mate in the back over some pig-thick fake-tan scrubber with plastic knockers? You do me, point blank range. It missed my heart by that much. That’s amazing when you think about it, but then you always was a crap shot, weren’t you, Al?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Al: You deserved it. I know what you did. Yeah, I know and you deserved it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: You know, even in the hospital, with tubes and drips coming out me arms and legs, I didn’t say nothing. With them standing around my bed firing questions at me, I kept quiet. Do you know why? Because I didn’t want the army sorting you. I wanted to sort you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Al: It was an accident. The investigation was ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Oh yeah, that — "extreme situation, nerves, safety catch slipped off by mistake, everyone debussing, getting out of the Saxon, could have happened to anyone.” You played a blinder there, Al.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Al: I was cleared.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: Yeah, but you and me both know, don’t we?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Al: Negligent discharge. There was enough witnesses in the section. I got fined.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: You must have been so hacked off when I didn’t die.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Al: I weren’t. I was relieved.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean Slater on her medication: They stopped giving it me. Doctor said I don’t need them anymore. Well, it ain’t worth the cash, is it? I said, “Fine, if that’s what you think, Doctor. You’re the professional.” Doctor, he said, “It was her, Mrs Slater, we both know that — your daughter, abandoning you, walking out on you when you most needed her, leaving you all by yourself — that’s what made you really ill. Selfish, spoilt, spiteful Stacey.” I said, “No, Doctor. She hasn’t left me. She’ll be back soon as she can. She won’t leave me. My little girl — I know what she’s really like. I’m her mother. She’ll come home. I know that.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey on Jean’s boyfriend: He ponced all your benefits then naffed off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey to Jean: You’re the one who asked for a smaller place [to live. The council] gave you money for changing to a smaller place.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: I’ve never had a one night stand, not when I wasn’t ... you know.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: I had all those fellas around.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Abby on Jean: Down the pub, taking all her kit off, going round the men, “Do you think I’m beautiful? Do you think I’ve kept my figure?” Dancing around like she thinks she’s a stripper.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: What, and no one stopped her? Everyone just let her do that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Abby: Yeah. They were laughing their heads off like it was the best joke ever. She was begging them, “Tell me you want me, tell me I’m beautiful." I’d lock myself up in my house and never come out if I put on a show like that. “Tell me you want me, Brian.” Ain’t she worked out your dad’s dead yet?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean on the stigma of mental illness: You get used to it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: Like you did with them hoodies outside your house throwing bricks through your windows? And your neighbours calling you horrible names?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Doreen, Jean’s neighbour, speaking to Stacey in December 2005: [Jean]’s got cardboard up the windows. I saw her in your living room last week — boarding them up, looks like. I goes to Michelle, I goes, “That’s past nervy, that is. That’s mental, isn’t it?” Kim’s been complaining, you know — “This used to be a nice area”, all that. I goes, “Kim, there ain’t nothing I can do about it, is there? Just because I live next door to the poor woman, what am I going to do?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Doreen to Stacey: It’s Bob. You know what Bob’s like, darling. He come out the bathroom last night. Your mum’s hanging out the upstairs in her undies shouting and Bob, he goes, “Jean don’t get herself sorted, I’m down the council because she wants to cover herself up. She wants an ASBO slapped on her," he goes. He goes, “What is the point of us looking into a mortgage? What is the point of uPVC windows and us thinking about decking when we’ve got her next door gone barking again? Because that don’t help your house price, does it?”</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 121830, member: 22"] [SIZE=5][u]2005[/u] Dean Wicks: This one [New] Year, Dad got arrested. There’s me and Carly in the cop shop, five o’clock in the morning, New Year’s Day ... Kevin Wicks: Apparently, I gave my clothes to some rough sleeper. Dean: So we pick him up wearing nothing but an England flag wrapped round his fundamentals. Kevin: The whole England flag thing, it was a one off. Ronnie Mitchell: I once arranged my entire wardrobe into colours. Extract from a letter to Jack Branning: "Dear Mr Branning, This is to confirm that the transfer of your property Flat 12, 34-36, Slaypit Road, Chiswick, London, W4 6YH to Selina Branning will complete at the end of February 2005. You will need to start paying maintenance payments ... backdated from the beginning of your separation.” Jack Branning: It was a messy divorce. Bradley Branning: I had the winning question in a quiz once. I had to put all the Doctor Whos in the right order. Johnny Allen: You ran away from school. They called the police. And then there's the little matter of you assaulting a pupil. Ruby Allen: I didn't assault her. Ruby on phoning Johnny: I couldn't get a reply so I thought I'd just turn up. Johnny: At the house? Ruby: Yeah. Ruby on Johnny: He sold [the family house] without telling me. Ruby to Johnny: Why did you move without telling me? Johnny: I just thought we both needed a fresh start. Ruby: I stood there in front of my own home, staring at it. Johnny: I was going to explain everything to you when you came back home for the holidays. I knew you'd be worried. Ruby: The neighbours told me [Johnny had moved to Walford]. So I got on a train. Danny Mitchell on his mother Glenda: I’ve spent my whole life pretending for her. I used to stay awake at night waiting for her to come home. She was always angry — angry that she’d lost her girls, angry that she’d lost Dad, angry that she was left with me. You knew when you were in trouble because she’d come in smiling and she’d turn on the stereo full blast and sing the same song over and over and over until she snapped and then she’d lash out, scream. Guess it was contact at least. Glenda on Danny: The way he spoke to me — everything I said he would twist round and turn it against me. Well, I didn’t put up with it from Archie and I wasn’t going to put up with it from him. Danny on Glenda: I always knew she was totally screwed up about [Archie]. If I ever tried talking to her about Dad, she’d just yell at me as if it was my fault. I even thought that maybe it had been. Maybe something had happened that she was keeping from me. Glenda on Danny: The day he turned sixteen, I changed the locks. I chucked him out. Masood on the highlights of raising his children: Shabnam’s mood swings, Syed’s tantrums, the three years Tamwar was locked up in his room. Tamwar: I used to share [a room] with Syed’s socks. Tamwar: When parents are nice, there’s always a sinister reason. 2005, Dad took me to the zoo. He bought me an ice cream, a koala, a cola and a hat. And then he took me to the dentist and let them pull out my four back teeth. Afia Khan: How old were you? Tamwar: Fourteen. Tamwar, speaking in 2009: Syed had so many girlfriends at my age [nineteen]. Zainab: Masood had his own company. Inzamam Ahmed: A chance to make something of himself. And we both know what he did with it. Masood: We were successful. We were an important part of the community. Zainab: Syed was the accountant. Syed: Dad’s never had a head for books. Masood to Zainab: Your little Syed was stealing from the company. Tamwar on Syed: He stole from us, from his own family. Syed: I made a mistake. The money I was taking, I was expecting it to come back tenfold. Twenty grew to fifty, became a hundred. Before I knew it, I’d spent thousands of pounds. I hadn’t a hope in hell of repaying any of it. I never meant to hurt our family. Amira Shah: As soon as you realised you were in trouble, why didn’t you just come clean? Syed: My parents had struggled all their lives. For once they were happy, proud of the business, me. The thought of bringing all that crashing down ... Tamwar: Which you did. Masood to Syed: You ruined our business. Masood on Syed: I challenged him, he admitted it, we argued and he left. Syed: Dad threw me out. Masood on Syed: He left because I told him to go. Syed: When Dad said I had to leave, he was furious. Syed: When I left for work that day, what was the last thing you said to me? Zainab: “Don’t forget the dhal.” Syed to Tamwar: [Zainab] might have driven me nuts, but it wasn’t easy to leave her — but leaving you behind, that almost killed me. Zainab to Tamwar: You were still Tambo when he left. Tamwar: I lost my brother, my big brother just like that. I didn’t know why or where he’d gone. "To make his mark," you said. What does that mean? Zainab: It didn’t mean anything. I didn’t know what to say to you. Syed: What did [Masood] tell you? Zainab: That you argued, that you left. There was to be no more contact. If I’d have known the truth, I’d have never played along. At the time I thought that you’d just lost your temper. I thought this would all be worked out within a week or two. Zainab to Syed: [You were] exiled like a leper. Masood on Syed: I thought he’d come back, maybe even return the money, but I was wrong about that too. Zainab: I lost a son. Syed: I lost my family. Zainab: When you [said you] took the money it was just so inexplicable to me, that you could do something like that. Masood: I explained why. Zainab: You didn’t have to lie. Masood: You didn’t have to believe. Zainab: Why would you lie? Masood: For you. I did it for you. Syed to Masood: I never asked you to take the blame. The minute you did that, you drove me away. I couldn’t come home to my family because I’d have to watch you play the secret martyr. Zainab: You were a young man. Young men make mistakes, but you didn’t have to stay away. Syed: I didn’t have a choice. Zainab on Syed: I never gave him any reason to cut me out. He was so cherished. Masood: Perhaps too much. Syed: I was in Leeds for three years. Never being able to phone home, being on my own for Eid. Have you any idea how that felt, Tam? Being cast out, rejected, thinking your whole family hates you. It was the worst time of my life. Masood on Syed: Not seeing him was the worst bit. There are some moments you never get back. They’re gone forever. Syed: It was hard, Mum. It was really hard. Masood: To be honest, there were times I was glad you were gone. I felt a little less like a stranger in my own home. Syed: If I’m honest, it wasn’t a totally negative experience for me either. Zainab on Syed: You sent him away, Masood. You didn’t let him come back home. He should have been here with us instead of mixing with God knows who for all those years. Syed on his homosexual experiences: [It happened] a couple of times. Four. Christian Clarke: One night stands — your choice or theirs? Syed: Mine. Christian: They OK with that? Syed: I didn’t ask. Syed: All my life, I’ve been running — from my family, from who I am. Charlie Cotton, Jr: All of my life, I’ve just been moving on. I’ve got no friends, no-one who knows me. Charlie: I haven’t exactly been brought up to believe in marriage. Charlie to Yvonne: Every girlfriend I’ve ever had, you just make up stories and you tell lies. Dot to Yvonne: Is that what you do? Nick Cotton: Every time he gets close to someone, every single time. She’s jealous. Always has been. If she hadn’t come between us [he and Charlie], maybe we could have been a proper family. Michael Moon on Eddie Moon: He’s scared of being with someone and of being alone. That’s why it never worked out with his second wife — because he couldn’t let her in and he couldn’t let her go. So she just walked. Tyler Moon on his mother: She walked out. Lauren Branning: How old where you when she left? Tyler: Seventeen. Lauren: Must have been really hard. Tyler: Dad said we had to show we could manage without her so we did. Eddie on his son Craig: When Colleen and I split up, I felt like I was ready to be a good dad to him. Michael: Yeah, you picked up where you left off, didn’t you? Eddie: I tried many times [to tell you about Craig], but everybody seemed happy. I didn’t want to destroy that. I tried my best. Michael: You did nothing. Eddie: I was able to make a fresh start, but you — your moods, your temper. Michael: All those years of me punishing you, no wonder you despised me. I’m a walking bad memory. Alfie Moon on Michael: He always reckoned he knew he was going to die young. Something he wanted, you know? Denise Fox: I didn’t bring my girls up to tell me lies. Libby Fox, speaking about Denise in 2006: She read my diary. I sussed that last year. Found a spot of nail polish in it. Now I keep two diaries — one for me and one for her. Archie Mitchell, speaking about his brother Eric’s boxing trophy in 2008: I had the original in pride of place in my display cabinet and three years ago I was burgled. They cleaned me right out, even [Eric’s] cup, so I had a copy made. I thought the sentiment was more important than the cup itself. I was just wanted to keep the magic alive. It was stupid of me. Carly Wicks to Nico Papas: When we started going out, we used to talk about stuff, make decisions together. Kevin on Carly and Nico: I had you up there with the greats — Romeo and Juliet, Cathy and Heathcliff, Peter and Jordan. Chelsea Fox: How long were you and this Nico together? Carly: Nearly a year. Sean Slater: I’ve been on stag dos that would make your eyes pop out. Kevin to Carly: I still remember the smile on your face when you walked down that aisle. Carly on her in-laws: I’m not good enough for their darling son, never have been. Anna Papas, Nico’s mother, on Carly: She never bothered to learn Greek. Never even tried. Kevin to Anna: Your boy was lucky to get my little girl. Kevin to Carly: [Nico’s] family, they’re up a bit up themselves, granted, but you didn’t marry his family, you married him. Carly, speaking in February 2006: For the past six months, you’ve been treating me like a slave. Nico: A slave? We were starting a business together. Anna: You should be supporting him. Carly: I did, but I expect some support to come my way. Dean, mid-anecdote: The next day, a few of us woke up on a boat in Portsmouth! Kevin on Dean: And to think Oxbridge turned him down. Broke my heart, that did. Bradley: I do have an A Level in business studies. Dean: Spurs against Man U, October 2005. It’s a classic Spurs goal. It’s incredible. The ball plays into the feet of Dafoe. Dafoe turns, only to be brutally hacked down on the edge of the box by Ferdinand. Up steps Jermaine Jenas, curls the ball round the wall into the top right hand corner, leaving van der Sar with no chance. It’s beautiful. Sean: Improvise, adapt, overcome — that’s what they teach you in the army. Sean: The army used to drum into us — it’s not what you do, it’s what you stop yourself from doing that matters. Sean: Blokes in my unit — once they’ve killed, it destroys part of them. I’ve seen it. Sean: You know what four years in the army taught me, Stace? Stacey: How to polish your boots? Sean: You think you know a bloke inside out. You think he’d do anything for you, die for you even. We all get it wrong sometimes. You never really know what someone’s like till the bullets start flying over their head. Al: You betrayed me. Sean: I never done her, Al, your bird. She put it on a plate for me and all and I never touched her. You know why? Because we were mates. Sean: You get some Dear John letter off of your bird and reckon offing me is going to — what? Make you feel better? You shoot your best mate in the back over some pig-thick fake-tan scrubber with plastic knockers? You do me, point blank range. It missed my heart by that much. That’s amazing when you think about it, but then you always was a crap shot, weren’t you, Al? Al: You deserved it. I know what you did. Yeah, I know and you deserved it. Sean: You know, even in the hospital, with tubes and drips coming out me arms and legs, I didn’t say nothing. With them standing around my bed firing questions at me, I kept quiet. Do you know why? Because I didn’t want the army sorting you. I wanted to sort you. Al: It was an accident. The investigation was ... Sean: Oh yeah, that — "extreme situation, nerves, safety catch slipped off by mistake, everyone debussing, getting out of the Saxon, could have happened to anyone.” You played a blinder there, Al. Al: I was cleared. Sean: Yeah, but you and me both know, don’t we? Al: Negligent discharge. There was enough witnesses in the section. I got fined. Sean: You must have been so hacked off when I didn’t die. Al: I weren’t. I was relieved. Jean Slater on her medication: They stopped giving it me. Doctor said I don’t need them anymore. Well, it ain’t worth the cash, is it? I said, “Fine, if that’s what you think, Doctor. You’re the professional.” Doctor, he said, “It was her, Mrs Slater, we both know that — your daughter, abandoning you, walking out on you when you most needed her, leaving you all by yourself — that’s what made you really ill. Selfish, spoilt, spiteful Stacey.” I said, “No, Doctor. She hasn’t left me. She’ll be back soon as she can. She won’t leave me. My little girl — I know what she’s really like. I’m her mother. She’ll come home. I know that.” Stacey on Jean’s boyfriend: He ponced all your benefits then naffed off. Stacey to Jean: You’re the one who asked for a smaller place [to live. The council] gave you money for changing to a smaller place. Jean: I’ve never had a one night stand, not when I wasn’t ... you know. Jean: I had all those fellas around. Abby on Jean: Down the pub, taking all her kit off, going round the men, “Do you think I’m beautiful? Do you think I’ve kept my figure?” Dancing around like she thinks she’s a stripper. Stacey: What, and no one stopped her? Everyone just let her do that? Abby: Yeah. They were laughing their heads off like it was the best joke ever. She was begging them, “Tell me you want me, tell me I’m beautiful." I’d lock myself up in my house and never come out if I put on a show like that. “Tell me you want me, Brian.” Ain’t she worked out your dad’s dead yet? Jean on the stigma of mental illness: You get used to it. Stacey: Like you did with them hoodies outside your house throwing bricks through your windows? And your neighbours calling you horrible names? Doreen, Jean’s neighbour, speaking to Stacey in December 2005: [Jean]’s got cardboard up the windows. I saw her in your living room last week — boarding them up, looks like. I goes to Michelle, I goes, “That’s past nervy, that is. That’s mental, isn’t it?” Kim’s been complaining, you know — “This used to be a nice area”, all that. I goes, “Kim, there ain’t nothing I can do about it, is there? Just because I live next door to the poor woman, what am I going to do?” Doreen to Stacey: It’s Bob. You know what Bob’s like, darling. He come out the bathroom last night. Your mum’s hanging out the upstairs in her undies shouting and Bob, he goes, “Jean don’t get herself sorted, I’m down the council because she wants to cover herself up. She wants an ASBO slapped on her," he goes. He goes, “What is the point of us looking into a mortgage? What is the point of uPVC windows and us thinking about decking when we’ve got her next door gone barking again? Because that don’t help your house price, does it?”[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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