This is the twelfth part of a fiction serial, in 743 words.
I left school before I was eighteen, with five very average O-levels, and a place at Technical College, where I wanted to study automotive engineering. I had some idea of working for Fords. They were one of the biggest employers in the county, and I was sure I could end up designing a wonderful new engine for them. For my seventeenth birthday, Auntie Jean had paid for driving lessons, and I passed my test first time. After that, all I could think about was getting a car, and the freedom that would give me.
Turned out I wasn’t really suited for automotive engineering. I didn’t get on well with the boring teachers, and there was too much writing about combustion and stuff, and not enough actually messing around with cars and engines. Before I was nineteen, I had seen an advert in the local paper for a junior car salesman at the main Ford dealership, and got the job without finishing Technical College. I had to ask mum to buy me a suit, and she didn’t seem at all impressed with my choice of career.
But she bought me the suit, some smart black shoes, five white shirts, and two striped ties.
Being around the cars was great. But I soon found out that a junior car salesman doesn’t get to close any deals, and spends a lot of time helping to prepare new cars for delivery, wearing an overall over his suit. At least I got to drive a few around; delivering them back after services, or moving them to other dealer’s premises. They kept telling me that once I was twenty-one, I would get to use a company car and start to actively sell, based on what I was learning. Except I wasn’t learning anything.
Two days before my twenty-first birthday, Auntie Jean showed up at the house and gave me two hundred quid. “Spent it on anything, Darren love. Spoil yourself”. When she had gone home, my mum switched off the telly halfway through a programme I was watching, and said she had something to say.
“Now you are twenty-one, I think it’s high time you got your own place, and moved out. I am going to be sixty soon, and I intend to retire. The pension is very good, and I still have all the money your gran left me. So this is what I’m going to do. I will buy you a flat, nothing fancy mind. And a car. Something reliable, but not brand new. You can choose both, and I will pay for them. You won’t have a mortgage or car payments, and it will give you a good start in life”.
To say I was flabbergasted was an understatement. I knew my mum was well off, but I had never expected anything like that.
The next day at work, I arranged to buy an ex-demonstrator Fiesta S. Eight months old, metallic black, low mileage. I got it for staff rates, so no profit for the company. Then I went into town on the Saturday afternoon, and had a look around the estate agents. I found a nice flat in a window of one of them. A small sixties-bult block, nothing much to look at. One bedroom, car parking space, and open to offers for a quick sale.
A a friendly bloke talked me through it. Flat number five of six, second floor, no lift. Central heating, double glazing, and cheap council tax. Service charges were negligible, and the woman selling was keen to get rid of it as she was getting married and moving to London. He offered to take me to view it then and there. She had obviously tidied up before we arrived, and as soon as I started to look around, she was trying to sell me everything in it. Seemed her move was to some posh houseboat on the Thames, and there would be no room for any of her stuff.
Back at the estate agent’s, I made an offer that included leaving everything in the flat. All she would take with her were her shoes and clothes.That would save me a fortune trying to furnish it and kit it out. Although the offer was cheeky, the prospect of a cash buyer sealed the deal straight away. The agent shook my hand, and then offered me a job.
His name was John, and the company was called Mason and Walker.
I’m enjoying Darren’s backstory. Love it.
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Glad to hear you are enjoying the serial, and thanks for following my blog.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You’re welcome
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Seems this look back will build a new tension. 😉
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Some ‘back story’ to fill in some blanks, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Great for understanding, Pete! 🙂
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Darren was lucky. I hope he realizes how much so. I’m enjoying his backstory. Well done, Pete.
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He benefited from guilt, but might might have preferred maternal love and affection instead.
Best wishes, Pete.
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It certainly seems that way. Best to you, Pete.
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Lucky boy although I’m guessing he maybe doesn’t think so…time will tell 🙂 x
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It made a nice change from working at the car dealer. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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(1) Auntie Jean paid for Daniel’s driving lessons, and he passed his test the very first time because the instructor was scared to death of riding in the Jaguar again at 200 km/h on a country road known for cattle crossings.
(2) A termite’s confession: “I didn’t get on well with the boring teachers, and there was too much writing about wood combustion in my term paper, “Pitfalls of Pyrophobia.”
(3) A junior car salesman once assured me that the car would eventually mature.
(4) Darren was not suited to wearing an overall over his suit.
(5) Overheard:
Milk: “It’s cold here in the fridge. I want to go somewhere warm like the beach!”
Juice: “Go ahead. Spoil yourself.”
(6) Darren found a nice flat in the window of one of the real estate agencies. It was a reflection of the flat across the street.
(7) Sophia Loren didn’t actually buy a houseboat on the Thames. She had applied for a job as a maid, and Cary Grant decided to marry her. So that only makes her part owner of the houseboat.
(8) James Mason sometimes went by the name John. When not selling real estate, he was having fun ramming houseboats on the Thames with his sneaky little submarine.
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You did well with some film references, but I liked the termites best. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I figure she just wanted him out of the house for her own purposes. I think the way he falls in and out of jobs in quite believable of a young man his age.
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He has no ‘career focus’ at all, Elizabeth. I knew many like that.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I think it is pretty standard for guys in their 20’s.
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Terrific backstory Pete…gives context to his circumstances!
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Thanks, John. More to come. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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No-one bought me a car. Or a flat. But I didn’t have a randy uncle either, thank goodness!
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My dad bought me a car, but it was an old one. I had to buy my own flat in 1977, with my wife to be. As for the auntie, that secret dies with me! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You had me down, left school with 5 o levels, went to tech college, dropped out…..sadly no car or flat, and no naughty aunty that I can remember 🙂
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Another coincidence, seeing as I had no idea about that. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I juts noticed its the 17th of march! 🙂
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Yes, but that would be far too obvious! 🙂
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And thus started my career that thus far has been a colossal failure. The good news is I bought a lottery ticket.
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Darren doesn’t usually buy lottery tickets. He rarely expects any good luck. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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A car and a flat at such a tender age! I could have done with those when I left home aged 20.
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My dad bought me a seven-year old car when I was learning to drive. But I had to buy my own flat when I was 24!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Sadly no flats came my way until Sam and I got a mortgage in 1979. I did drive Dad’s car after he died, which was a horrible way to acquire a car (Mum didn’t drive then). It never let me down for the next 17 years.
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Lots of things are falling into Darren’s lap, so to speak…I’ve got a feeling that the bill is coming and it’s going to be a doozy. I’m intrigued by how it will shake out. Well written piece, Pete.
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The money was guilt money, and there is more guilt to come. The new job turned into a poisoned chalice, as Darren hates it. More background to follow. Thanks, Pam.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Love is more valuable then anything in life, this kid was starving for affection, no wonder Auntie Jean her her way with him. He was dealt a bad hand in life. C
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Glad to see you feeling that, Cheryl. Many readers didn’t like Darren at all.
Best wishes, Pete.
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“Very interesting.” Warmest regards, Theo
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More to come of course, Theo. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I figured that would be the case. Warmest regards, Theo
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Wow nice for some hey..
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Darren’s mum was ‘paying off’ her guilt, Debs. She never showed him any love or affection. Besides, she had no use for the money.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That’s true.. Though I don’t think buying him things is going to change the lack of love he had all his life… I am loving this serial
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Happy to hear that you are enjoying it, Debs. 🙂
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Wow, he certainly was given a nice start.
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Probably guilt from his mother, as she knew she hadn’t shown him love.
More about that to come soon.
Best wishes, Pete.
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He fell on his feet there!
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Yes, shame how it turned out later though. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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