BBS (before betting shops) I worked in the 'credit office' owned by Albert Cook and Son. Manning one of the eight phones, I took the client's bets and later worked them out, along with nine other members of the office.
Recently Google told me that this old building was now a newsagents. I telephoned them and learned that when Albert Cook senior died they bought the premises from his estate. I felt sad about this as I'd hope the business was still operating under Albert Cook junior. However, I asked the lady on the phone if she knew how I could contact young Mr. Cook only to learn that he too had died. I was really sad now.
This kind lady then said she could give me the phone number of his son, whom I'd met a few times when he was a schoolboy. So I managed to speak to him on the telephone. He told me his Dad had died a few years ago of a stomach problem. I asked if I could phone his Mum but he just said that she lives alone in Bournemouth, declining my request for the phone number. I quite understood and said cheerio to him.
This all reminded me of a day way back in 1960-ish when the 'Sausage Incident' occurred, involving the now deceased Mr. Cook senior (my boss) and his son, now deceased. I wish now that I'd not felt the urge to backtrack to those days but that's life. The link to the 1960 incident is below.
http://bit.ly/1bv0mrW
I no longer eat sausages, unless they're veggie ones.
Tuesday, 5 May 2015
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