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Alot of people look at me and judge me, this pisses me off, as they don't even know me, so after reading this they must understand why Im the way I am now, or at least I hope they do. This page will give you a little more information to the inside of Slimceltic (me). Including details of Slimceltic in general. Kind of a autobiography. Enjoy. UPDATED WEEKLY
Last updated 21 / 02 / 2002
Memories !
My 1st memory is of me, James (my brother), & my father in Scotland, we went on holiday to Gervin on year, I must have been 6 or 7 years old at the time, My father had got a caravan for us to stop in off a mate of his, it was tiny, never the less, the size of the caravan did not stop us having a great time, but the time that stands out from this holiday, was one day we were all in the arcades playing various type's of machines, I needed the toilet, so I asked my father if it was ok for me to go, he said yes & give me faint directions, so off I trotted to find this toilet, as I came close to it, there was this green shed, above it was a sign, stating that the toilets were to the right, although I never seen that it was pointing right, I thought that this small green shed was the toilet, I tried the door and it was locked, after a few minutes I chapped the door, moments later my father came looking for me & asked what I was doing, I told him I was waiting for the toilet, it was then my father pointed out that the toilets were to the right, I never lived it down, that's a story that probley mean's nothing to anyone reading this, but it was a great memory of my father.
Beaten up !
I lived with my mother and step dad at the time & when things went wrong my step dad left my mother and moved to England, so then there was only me, James, my mother & my father who lived a few miles away in New Steveason, well me & my brother were no angels we used to get into all kinds of trouble, we you do at that age. Because my mum lived with just us, she found it hard to cope without a man around to look out for her, so when we did get caught misbehaving my mum would take us down stairs ( we lived in a 4 story block of flats ) to one of our neighbours, Betty Watson, she had a son called Joe, he was probley aged about 27 & he would take us, not to look after us, but to beat me and my brother up, reminding you I was about 8 years old, my brother about 11 years of age, I would have to sit and watch Joe kick shit out my brother, then have to get shit kicked out myself, have bottle's smashed on my head, be kicked & punched my a man more that double my age, the worst thing about this was being unable to help my brother, that's why now, if anyone says anything to my brother, Im there like a flash & will fight anybody who wants to start on my brother as I was to young at the time just mentioned, until one day, I found out that Joe had started knocking my mother around, to beat me up was nothing, my brother - well I still live with the pain, but my mother, I was about to commit a 187, as soon as my mother told me, I got the nearest thing I could, a golf club, driver with a big piece of metal on it, as all drivers have & had it not been for my mother I would have killed him, I really would have & I still would if I seen him tomorrow, this one time, I was taken into the woods behind our flat & there's like a really big drop, Joe & one of his friends decided it would be a laugh to give me a leg and a wing, ( if you down know what that is, it's where one person grab's your legs another grab's your arms & they swing you ) I was really scared I cried, as I really believed they were going to through me over, but they never, they wasn't going to, but I believed they were, then Joe got me up against a tree, asking his mate for his knife, as he to me, he was going to stab me and kill me, imagine being me at that point, again he wasn't rally going to kill me it was just words from a man who got his kick's out of beating up children, I told me mother what he had done to me, as she had asked him to sort me out for being bad, and she said she would not let it ever happen again, that's when he started to hit my mother, as I said before. I don't remember if it happened again, but I remember it must have happened about 10 times.
Double Decker!
I remember this well, again I was young, me and my brother were at my fathers at the time. We had alot of female friends there & a few male, but it was us lads that this adventure would happen, around the corner from my fathers house ( 1 Coronation road, New Steveason, Scotland) was a steep hill & on this Sunday, there was a double Decker bus parked there, why I still don't know, well us being lads and looking for trouble, we decided to get on this bus, pressed the open button, it opened. what luck, me and the lads I was with messed around on this bus, My dopey brother messing around at the wheel in the drivers chair, he always wanted to drive a bus or train, well James was there for ages, me and the other lads got board and just as we were getting off, dopey James decided he wants to let of the hand brake, not having a clue what he's doing, this bus starts rolling down the hill, with me and mates as spectators and my bro driving it, he was getting some speed up, when he and the bus got to the bottom of the hill, where the bridge just ripped the top of the bus off, it made one loud sound and a mess, being a nipper! well I started to cry, I thought my brother was dead, we all run down, got back on the bus to find my brother was ok, he jumped out on us, saying " tickets please " I look back on this and laugh, but at the time I went mad at my brother and never spoke to him for a hour, we never got court for smashing this bus, but us lads never spoke of it again.
Camping!
I remember when my father used to take us camping, in the back garden, wow, still young at the time, my father couldn't afford a tent, but that never stopped us, a few bed sheets over the washing line did the job. it was great fun, me, James, My father & Paddy O'Hara who lived over the train line in Holytown, in this mess of a tent, all the local's knew us and they used to say hello to us, one night it started to rain, so we all ran inside, something funny happened but I cant remember what - SORRY!!!, I think it was the fact, it proper pissed down & the fact it was about 3am, where none of us could be bothered to climb the stairs so we all cabbaged out on the lounge floor, soaking wet.
Moving To England
Back with my mum now, she had made contact with my step dad Eric, I don't know how! but she told us that in a week we were going to move to England, the fact that I knew this would be hard for us to see our real father, hit me with impact, I never wanted to leave him, but I was to young, and it was only months before that my father had lost a custisty battle with my mum at Motherwell court. Anyways time had arrived where me & my family left Scotland, leaving my poor father behind, God bless him he must have been so lonely, in England we moved into my step fathers one bedroom flat, in Rutland Street, Loughborough - just around the corner from Cobden school, where I would end up going for my education, it was hard living in a one bedroom flat, as me & James had to share a bed in the living room.
Time was hard without the man who I loved not with us, my father that is & I kind of was bad at Cobden primary school, swearing at teachers & ripping up other kids homework, I got on well with my teacher Ms Eve's, she was always a ear that would listen & a kind caring person, I got on well with her son Thomas, but was unable to help myself being rude to other members of staff there, it was then, I got expelled and had to got boarding school.
Boarding School
My first month was the hardest, no having my dad around, I never had my mum around, I wasn't aloud home for the first month, I soon made friends there, I started education there on the 2 September 1993, not knowing this at the time, a year later on the same day, my father would pass away (more on that later). Yes I was soon in trouble there, I made some great friends there for life, I shared a room with a few lads there, the best room was me, David Bedford & CJ. The senior room!! wow, we was aloud or TV on longer than other lads, we even had sky installed just for us, A kettle until me & my mate Paul drank so much coffee one day, we got caffeine poisoning. Many a night we would share secrets and take the piss out of lads we never liked, chat about women, and some nights do a weege board, one night I had rounded up 3 mates to go out for a fag after lights out, that 4 soon turned into 11, so me being the leader of the group, made my way outside, every one following, it had been snowing and was cold, foot prints could be seen, we went over to the tree were we smoking in the day, had a fag, crongrats each other on getting out & started making our way back in. in was a lengthy mission but one we all completed, we would have got away with it, but I bragged about it, the staff soon found out!,
I was always good in class when I turned up, I was the master of Sim city 2k, I could build a great city in minutes, still can, there many stories of school I will tell you all, but not today, later, you will laugh till you cry at some of them. I want to update my website and finish it before I get into the Army. but other story's need to be told to complete my Autobiography
Bye Dad !
On the 2nd September 1994. a day I wont forget as it was such a change in my life, me & my family had moved into a 3 bedroom house in Loughborough, I was still at boarding school, but I had come home for the weekend as it was a Friday, about 10pm that day, my Aunty & Uncle had come to our house, at 10pm I thought that as strange, I had come down to find out what was going on, my Aunty took my mum into the kitchen & closed the door, at this stage I knew something was very wrong, I had a feeling deep inside, I turned to my Uncle & asked him " it's dad isn't it?" to what he replied "yes" & as soon as he said that I knew my father was dead.
At the age of 12 years old, I was unsure how to cope, or how to act, then my mum came out the kitchen, I told her I knew, we both cried, James came down then we all cried, I mean how could this be, my father, the man I loved so much even if I never always showed it, the thing that gets to me even to this day, I still have every letter my father sent me whilst at school, on ever letter he begged me to reply, but I was always doing something else, playing football, or getting into trouble. At the end of every letter it would say " remember to write back to your father son, as I miss you and James so much, god bless, love daddy ". I had no idea my father was so lonely & I could have told him, wrote to him, to let him know I loved him very much, now since his death, I have always feared that my father never knew that I loved him, otherwise, why would he give up on life like he did? I cry as I type this cos even at the age of 19, I still miss him very much, a hell of a fucking lot!! my father died a lonely man & I could have given him something to hope for, I could have saved him, I really could have. One letter gets to me the most, it says at the end, (from the letter) "Well son I will say bye for now, should I not hear from you soon I will still send your paper ( the Celtic view ) but I wont be coming for Christmas as I don't think you care about your dad, goodnight and god bless you / love daddy" that letter was dated wed 24 / 11 / 1993. This is about my biggest regret in life, not spending more time to write to my father... Anyways before I get depressed lets move on, Me & my family travelled to Scotland for my fathers funeral, it was great, loads of people were there to say there goodbye's, I remember in the graveyard, helping to lower my father into a big hole in the ground, I knew deep down inside I wouldn't see him ever again, but there was a part of me that was expecting him to jump out of nowhere & give me a big hug, I really needed it that day, but it never happened! I laid a photo of me, mum & James on his coffin, then ran off and cried. I will continue this tomorrow, I need to think ..