Stories Of my Life By Pete Saunders

Stories of my life, Pete Saunders Part 7

    453 Pigeons Joe kept Pigeons

Well I do not remember the last date I wrote some of my book, but to day is the 7/4/08. I gauss it is over a month since I wrote any. Well I have come to the conclusion that I need to get a move on. I find that as I write any old stores that come back to me I try to get wrote, but at the rate I have been going I am never going to get the book finished.

Well I have now got a new plan of action, I need to get in all the bits that I need too, to show the way I think at any time in my life, I also need to get over what other people were like.

Take this chapter headed; "Pigeons Joe kept Pigeons". Well I doubt if the reader is at all interested in the fact that Joe kept Pigeons, but for the way my mind works while writing this book or recalling my life to paper, I think this chapter is for the want of a better word critical.

Let me refer you back to an earlier chapter I think I named it. "Keep Pigeons; No thanks not if I have to mix with them." Well Joe you could say was one of them. Boy had I been right with that assessment back in those early days. Well there you have the reason why I think the chapter "Pigeon, Joe kept Pigeons needs to be wrote.

Well for all the chapter needs to be wrote, it is now not going to get wrote in the way I would have wrote it had I just carried on, so suffice it to say; all you will now get is a quick version of it.

As basically when I found out Joe kept pigeons I was a bit sick. I latter went on, to find that it came so easy to Joe to wring his birds necks for the least thing. You know like they would not land at his word of command. Or they might land on a house roof after having been flying none stop for god knows how long. Or then there is the side, did Joe just wring their necks in front of me a new friend that needed to be impressed. Well no Joe was just that way.

I think I now need to mention a football match that I mentioned in the past. Where I got hit around the head and from that point I decided I would never play football again if that were the type of people that play football. Well look at the state of the game at this time. It is no more than a way for some people to get into fights. Mind you, I know all about hard men like them, I have noticed they never start a row when there is no chance of them wining. Quite the opposite, they only start when there is as considered by them selves, no chance of them losing.

Well now let me put something else into place while the thought is here. I have said that when I found myself out of Borstal; I did not seem to fit in, all my old mates had gone on in life. Well here was this new mate that I was getting on with and liking and now I am suddenly finding out what he is like. I believe I let things go on as I was in need of friends so badly at this time. I think that all the new friends that I got to know were of the same type so to speak. It was the circles I was hanging around it. You dig into a dirty hole and you get out dirty things.

Well I am now going to get on and unless a thing needs to be wrote I will not writ it. But I am now going to keep a record of all the subjects that come up an may be just maybe I will get this book wrote and have time to go back and put in all what I have thought of and missed. Read on .... Hope you get the gist of what I am saying here.. I write as I write I do not plan any of my words so....

454 I eventually meet my first Wife, thanks to Joe.

Well I said in the last chapter, that perhaps Joe killed his birds in front of me to impress me. Well I got to know after hanging around with Joe for some time, wringing birds so to speak was his true way in life. I also think that this next bit will tell you that as I say Joe might have killed his birds to impress me. what I did when I met my wife for the first time was also for me, right out of character. Well you could say I did it to impress Joe. Also after the way it all went down so well. I wonder, had Joe know these two girls that we got into in advance? Did he knew that we would score. Well here comes... How I met my first wife in all its finer points. Ha Ha HA..