"The landlady of 'The Old Brown Cow', Liversedge (Since renamed and redesignated as a restaurant), where I spent much of my teenage years, frequently dispensed her worldly advice as well as drinks to her young, male regulars in the tap room. She would see all us vain young men in our weekend suits on a wage night and knew that after we'd downed the first pint of the night, we'd all be off on the 'pull' down town at the local dance hall.
Her motherly role would then invariably emerge as she sensed the rising and uncontrollable level of testosterine waiting to break out of our drainpipes at the first opportunity.She would often warn us during our years of youth and unbridled passion of the importance of 'choice' and 'chance' and specifically, the difference between the two.
'The trouble with you men is simply that you want your loaf and eat it! You have two sets of rules; one for the girls you take behind the bicycle shed and one for the kind you wish to marry. You think that you can sow your wild oats wherever you want until the time arrives for you to settle down, marry and raise a family in a nice respectable part of town, but it doesn't always work out like that. Don't expect life to hand you a good girl for the taking when you get older and want to settle down, 'cos all the good ones will have already left the station. Open and close too many carriage doors to see what's inside and the train will have left you high and dry on the platform by the time you eventually decide to board it. Now then, what will it be; a pint of mild or a bottle of stout? I've a living to earn and you've a wife to find?'.................to which we would all reply, ' Not tonight, Maggie. Not tonight. Tonight's a night for fun. See you! '" William Forde: December 5th, 2013.