‘On ya bike mate.’ How many times had I heard that. It all started when I went to see Jo hoping she’d come with me to the movies.
I was met at the door by her dad, who had one look at me and said those words I’d hear far too many times.
I mean what’s wrong with me?
I’m honest, sincere, truthful and very, very respectful.
I’m also Catholic, and Jo was Protestant.
I’d sneak over to her place and leave my bike against the wall ready for a quick getaway.
It came in very handy more than once.