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my sister, the thief
Gypsy Tart made a confession tonight. She stole from me on Friday. She said this without shame and shocked me deeply. Since she gave up smoking she has done very well, but apparently the idea of going to see the Buzzcocks and not having a cigarette was too much for her, so she stole a single cigarette from my packet and put it in her pocket. She said that she knew it was foolish to even consider that I would enable her by providing a fag and in any case she relished the excitement of being bad, very bad. So this is the true tale of how Gypsy Tart found a crushed and broken cigarette in the pocket of her jeans on Sunday morning before she put them in the wash.
She also reminded me of how she used to steal from our mother. She used to reach into the bottom of her handbag and take the loose change to feed her sweetie habit. I quizzed her as to how she got permission to go to the shops to buy the sweeties, as she wasn't allowed until she was about nine and she told me that she sneaked out from about the age of six. She would pretend she was going to see a friend and spend her ill gotten gains on sweets.
I should have realised that she would put sweets before anything when we had the unfortunate experience of being propositioned by a paedophile. To give you the context, my father played cricket and all us cricket orphans would run wild around the back of the clubhouse. The perverts of the area clearly knew this and one was waiting on the riverbank to offer us 50p to get icepops, while he masturbated himself as an extra enticement. Now, I was only about ten and I knew this man was wrong. Being the big sister I told Gypsy Tart and our other chum that we were late and our Mums would be worried. I can still see Gypsy Tart reaching for the 50p. She said later that she would not have let him touch her, but she really wanted those icepops...
I suppose my leap into child protection work wasn't entirely unpredictable, but I always knew that I would never be backed up by two teams of cricket players armed with bats to support me again.
mrs mcmuffin on 3 May 2005 @ 10:11 PM ✲ Permalink
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Posted by: Jen | 4 May 2005 00:40:26
Fine.
Posted by: mrs mcmuffin | 4 May 2005 08:26:10
How odd.
Posted by: David (TEFL Smiler) | 4 May 2005 12:45:36
I howled when I read of your sister reaching for the fifty pence for sweeties. Reminds me of the joke based on a similar encounter to hers, but the little girl says If I give you a wank, can I have the bag full.
That was a priceless and hilarious confession. Thanks KP
Posted by: Keith | 4 May 2005 17:33:12
During the summer hols, the neighbourhood kids would spend most of the day on the football pitch/playing field behind our houses. Playing pick-up cricket, rounders, murderball. Boys and girls. There was a mix of ages from arouns 11 up to 15/16, the younger siblings would be off by themselves playing what little kids play. There was an older lad ( about 20 or so) who also used to join in our fun, his name was Malcolm. We found out that he had been diddling with the little sister of one of our girl chums, and we "MADE A PLAN".
The next time he came we all played rounders as usual and didn't let him know that we knew what he had been doing. Suffice it to say that at the end of the game it was Malcolm that became the rounders ball. He never came round our way again.
Rough justice? All a bit 'Lord of the Flies'? Maybe. But I think we perhaps made him cool his heels a bit that year. The next year we heard that he was caught by an adult that sicced the police on to him and he has done time and, as far as I know, is on the sex-offenders register.
I never really liked the name Malcolm.
Posted by: Alistair | 4 May 2005 22:25:25
There is something about that name, I have to agree. I shouldn't be, but I am always amazed at how almost everyone has some experience of 'dodgy' men when they were kids. Fortunately, this was it for me and I'm very grateful for that.
Posted by: mrs mcmuffin | 7 May 2005 10:58:58
Gosh, I must have been so sheltered. Despite running wild in the nearby fields, I never had any childhood experiences with dodgy men.
(Oh, what a contrast to my adult years!)
Posted by: David (TEFL Smiler) | 7 May 2005 12:39:25
You don't know a Gypsy untill you meet my ex-girlfriend from Romania! Liar, thief, prostitute!
Posted by: Patrick Hickey | 19 Nov 2005 01:02:04
