Madchester: Mickey Starts, #8
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Mickey is a bit too old to appreciate modern pop music, but he gets dragged into this strange new world because of a link to a former colleague in the Security Services. His pal Eddie is now the Manager of a dynamic combo which is rapidly becoming the hot new name in the North West of England and he is taking them on a tour of Europe. He mentions to Mickey that there might be an opportunity for him at a nightclub in the middle of Manchester. Mickey can't see himself as a bouncer, but when he loses his current job, he decides to give it a try. Strangely, the repsonsibilities fit in well with his skill set and he finds himself more or less at home in the music scene. His cheery new life comes smashing to a halt, however, when his pal Eddie comes back into his life, beaten and battered. Now it's personal, and Mickey brings out his other talents, employing his dogged reliability and his latent aggression. He isn't about to take any prisoners, and he isn't going ot let any jumped-up thugs take advantage of him or the people he values. There is a terrific climax as a battle breaks out. Who will be the last man standing? It's a foregone conclusion.
Mike Scantlebury
Mike Scantlebury is my author name, which I chose once I'd decided to use my real name on the outside of books. I was born in the South West of England, but after a lot of roaming, found a new billet in the North West, across the river from Manchester (England). I've written dozens of books and you can find them on the shelves of online bookstores everywhere. They're mostly in the world of Romance and the smaller world of Crime Fiction and Mysteries. Mostly, the novels are like the great Colossus and straddle both sides of the stream. The thing that makes me interesting is that I also sing and write songs and you can find them on social media and the corners of The Web. Which is pretty good. I'm a bit old for the internet, really. Happier with an abacus
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Madchester - Mike Scantlebury
Beginnings
The doorbell rang near midnight. I woke with a start. I’d been dreaming of a concert I’d seen on television recently, where the singer had thrown flowers over the audience.
I looked around. Where the hell was I? Oh yes, at home.
The house I lived in then was on the corner, by the park. The road that ran outside my house didn't go anywhere, it just ended at one park gate. Another road joined it at right angles, and that ended by the other park gate, further north. Both roads headed up the other way, away from my house, to the main road into Manchester. Plenty of cars used to turn off, looking for a short cut through, come roaring down the road, realise they weren't going to get anywhere, and were forced to reverse frantically, or turn around in a squeal of tyres and burning brakes. Some times they woke me from my dreams. Mostly in the middle of the cold night.
I could hear revving engines then, as I hurried down the stairs, but the particular night this story starts, it was shortly BEFORE midnight. I was in bed anyway. It was a Sunday, and I'd had a bad battle with several pints of lager lunchtime, followed by a verbal battering from my long-standing girlfriend outside the pub. The fight had started by the bar, but people want a quiet time on Sunday, and - since we're such a considerate couple, with OTHER people's feelings, anyway - we thought it better to leave and continue in the open air.
We shouted at each other on the pavement for a while, - it was a nice, sunny, summer's day - and when she stomped off up the road, (like she usually did), I went back into the pub and downed several more beers. I did it as quietly as I could, (making up for the annoying noises earlier). I didn't even belch out loud, so I can't see that anybody had any right to object anymore. I got morose, and spent an hour wondering how grown, adult men and women could behave with such mind-bending, child-mimicking stupidity. And - how the hell I was going to apologise THIS time. Would flowers be good enough?
What time was it then? I looked at my watch. Eleven, something; my eyes weren't working well enough to focus and confirm the details. I remembered returning from the pub and slumping on the settee with music blaring, (an old Smiths’ album), then getting up for long enough to fetch a few cans from the fridge and continue my descent into unconsciousness. Later, it was dark and I dragged myself off to bed. It was summer, sunset was around ten, I guessed, which meant I hadn't been out much more than an hour. Who the hell would dare punch my doorbell and disturb me, given my appalling state? I got down to the door, staggering a little, jumping some of the stairs, and flung it open. A tall, thin man in denim confronted me.
Could you move your car, mate?
he said. He had a thick, broad accent that wasn't immediately recognisable. His face was narrow, brown, with a hawk-like nose. Foreign?
I looked out. Several of my neighbours were on the street already. Bert, from number 73, was just getting into his Ford, and the guy with blonde hair from four doors along was climbing out of his green saloon. He usually parked it next to mine, but he'd obviously had to go out and move it twenty feet back. My silver