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*Disclaimer
If you think you may know the people involved in this little escapade, trust me, you don’t… ok? For legal reasons, I’ve made it all up. It's pure coincidence if they resemble any persons - living or dead. None of it ever happened… these are not the droids you’re looking for…
The previous story Here was Part TRUE, part FICTION
The guy actually WAS allowed into Canada for the reasons I mentioned - he was with a party, they were English and everything was a lot more relaxed back then.
The Stilton/Stetson part was partly true - but as some of you noticed and pointed out, food products weren't allowed.
The guy waiting for his Stetson was disappointed and the conversation probably went something like this:
Tut: "Sorry, they wouldn't allow me to bring cheese back for you through customs."
Stetson guy: "Cheese? I said Stetson, not Stilton, you daft twat!"
The other thing that some picked up on was the fact that all Tut's workmates told him to buy Euros. That was totally true, they did - ALL of them. Whether it was because they share a perverse sense of humour or that word got around or a mixture of the two doesn't matter. The Heading Team were a close-knit group and picked on each other mercilessly.
The pranks they pulled would have been more than enough to start a fight under other circumstances, but they gave as good as they got and while it was one's turn to be the victim one day, the next, he'd be the instigator.
Because it's Valentine's day, I'm going to share this story with you.
Trev and I have been an item since I was 16 – I think you all know that by now so that fact is not part of the Truth or Fiction quandary.
Trev was an apprentice and therefore had a block of three months at college before he went back to ‘Day Release’ – one day off work in which to go to college every week.
While he was on this three-month block, at college every day, he caught the eye of a girl doing a hairdressing course and she sent him a couple of notes and asked a friend of his to ask him out.
I was young, self-conscious and gawky – according to most of my schoolmates, ugly skinny and worthless – I know better than to listen to that kind of talk now, but back then…
So I was frightened that I would lose my boyfriend to an unknown quantity based on a couple of notes and a request to ‘go out’. Yeah, I know… how fucking stupid was I?
When he told me about the notes and everything, I got upset, defensive and stupid – exactly the right thing to do if you actually want to lose your boyfriend because he’s likely to think, ‘I’m not going out with this nutcase!’
He chose a great moment to tell me she’d sent a note – we were in his car, I was driving (he was teaching me how to drive) and it was a thick fog.
I may have been being unreasonable (I WAS being unreasonable) and again, I got defensive and jealous. I stopped the car on a narrow road, on a bend and got out.
“Go with her then, if that’s what you want!” I yelled at him.
Trev got in the driver’s seat and moved the car. I may have had a mild panic that he was driving off to leave me in the middle of nowhere in freezing fog…
Anyway. I got over it and calmed down.
A few weeks later, talking to one of my friends, we decided it would be amusing to play a trick on him for Valentine’s day… har har…
I bought a valentine’s card, my friend wrote on it and we posted it to his home address – from a town close by, not the village where I lived.
A few days after Valentine’s day, I asked if he’d had any other cards. I had to be patient, I didn’t want him to suspect it was me that sent it. I also had to make sure he’d actually received it, so allowing for the post, I waited a couple of days.
“What about the other card you got?” I asked.
Complete denial. He shook his head, frowned as though he didn’t know what I was talking about. “No other cards,” he said.
“The one that came by post?” I said.
Trev doesn’t usually react, but he did that day. He was a little shocked that I knew about it.
“How do you know about it?” he said.
“Your mum told me you’d got one,” I lied.
“She doesn’t know about it, I got the post that day,” he said.
Then I grinned. “It was me,” I said.
The look of relief on his face made me laugh.
“You thought it was that girl from college, didn’t you?” I said.
“Yeah!” he said. “I burned it so you’d never find it but I was worried because she knew my address and there’d be a war if she ever turned up at home while you were there.”
Just a little prank, but it served its purpose. Trev didn’t need to do anything. I was sure that he’d never cheat on me, but the purpose it served was for my own peace of mind. I knew that I could trust him and I also knew I needed to stop being so jealous because if anything, it’s jealousy that will drive someone away.
Truth? Fiction?
A mixture?
Let me know in the comments.