I'm estimating this happened sometime in the late 1960s..........
Frank Rooney was driving the
McErlean’s van from the bakery in Arizona Street
To the shop on the Springfield
Road, Belfast. I was riding shotgun, so to speak,
Saturday assistant. The van was
two-thirds full, trays of cream buns, snowballs,
Jam puffs and other goodies, first
delivery on the roster, busiest day of the week.
At the crossroads, vehicles
travelling from left to right and right to left gave way,
Except the driver of an
Austin-Healey, I think, who zoomed out of nowhere,
Causing Frank to slam on the
anchors, skid and screech to halt. The
van lurched
Like a bendy cartoon wagon. No contact. Austin-Healey was quick to disappear.
We got out and Frank opened the back
doors. “Fuck me,” he gasped, staring
At what looked like a mountain of
goo - jam, cream, coconut, pastry, a work
In progress for a Turner Prize art
award, a huge blob of white and red slime.
The busiest day of the week screwed by a Stirling Moss/Mr Magoo hybrid jerk.
The busiest day of the week screwed by a Stirling Moss/Mr Magoo hybrid jerk.
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