I met Ronnie when we were in the same class at school together. He was a bit of a “character” if that is the right word for someone who is somehow challenging, disturbing and demands to be the dominant male at every turn, but that is how he was anyway.
I kept out of his way, and his attention as far as possible but somehow he sensed I was not an admirer and that was something he found it hard to live with. Sure enough, he used to poke fun at me, and jostle me, sometimes roughly, when opportunity presented itself, but I was careful not to rise to the challenge and largely ignored it: perhaps he found that even more annoying, who can say?
Life has a way of mocking us, or testing us with the most uncomfortable situations, to see how we will react and so it was, by some strange chance, that his mother invited all his class mates including me, and my closest chum Patrick, to a barbeque at his house to celebrate his sixteenth birthday and final year at school. Whatever my misgivings, I was pressured into going by my mother and Patrick, who wanted some backup at a party he was as keen to go to as myself.
Here we were then, glasses of lemonade in hand and Ronnie waving a spatula around as he took a turn at the barbeque. “He’s a brilliant cook” said his mother. “He’d do anything for me “ and I’m inclined to think that’s true as, after his father left the house when he was ten, she had turned to him, calling him the “Man of the house” on every occasion and praising his every action regardless of its merits. The odd thing was he seemed to have no moral centre and everything he did was for effect or to impress, or just short term advantage.
Even when he was stopped by the police after he had stolen his mother’s car late at night and gone out, uninsured and joy-riding with a girl, his mother said, “Boys will be boys” and smiled as if he was a god come to live among us. If anyone said anything critical of him it as if they had touched a bruise and she shied away from any comment not loaded with admiration.
At one stage he took an interest in my sister pouring on his legendary charm but luckily she was as wary of him as I was and quite possibly the “interest” was to unsettle me as much as anything or is that too self-obsessed a theory? Who’s to say!
I mention this now, twenty years later because, as I sat there on the sofa eating dinner with my wife and watching the news, up popped Ronnie entering a police van after being arrested for being involved in some violent protection racket involving pensioners. I followed his trial with keen interest and, sure enough, there was his mother looking understandably distressed and, when asked by a reporter if she had anything to say about her son’s behaviour said again, “He would do anything for his mum,” which seemed to be her answer to everything.
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There’s always one rotten egg. Some mother’s never see the dark side of offspring. You’ve captured each scene majestically with your smoother than smooth pen. A thoroughly enjoyable read.
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I suppose some parents are required to love despite the facts. Hard to say isn’t it?
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A very interesting story from your school life. I find it so sad that a mother would create such
a relationship with a ten year old son. He needed a mother, warmth and guidance. Not to be man of the house. Tragic, and tragically the story ends.
miriam
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Its actually a fictional account taken from British criminal history, but I can imagine being in the same classroom as him would have been pretty unsettling!
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she was dr. frankenstein to his monster.
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Its not anything to do with my life ( thank goodness ) but based on the lives of a famous pair of disturbed narcissistic criminals who were worshipped by their mother regardless of their actions
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Oh, the Krays! Yes, probably best avoided. Parenting, eh? It’s a hard task. Too many ways to get it wrong.
Sx
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Well-written and compelling story. Unfortunately, your story is a face to face with reality.
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Thank you. I’m just glad I didn’t meet anyone like him !
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Indeed it is all a matter of perspective, isn’t it. Strange how we blind ourselves to all we do not want to see or believe. And yet, for some, this seems to lead only to success and praise.
I shall never fathom the mysterious of the world!
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You are not alone in that. I hardly know what is going on myself, but at least we always have cheese 🙂
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Oh, yes, large chunks served up with freshly baked bread.
That and (barring a miracle of biblical proportions) the prospect of Championship football next season. At least we’ll have a chance of winning something!
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A great way to personalize what for many is reality. Good story as usual, Peter.
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Thank you. They always made me uneasy, even just reading about them!
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Oh my, talk about a toxic relationship!
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SUPERB!!!!))))) xx
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The movie about them was excellent , with Tom Hardy playing both parts. There apparently is some truth to the saying some people are “born to be bad” as evidenced by these miscreants. Good story, Peter. One of the many interesting facets of your writing is your ability to put yourself in the middle of a story leaving us to wonder if it really did happen to you.
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I’m glad to say it didn’t as coming across such people at any stage of your life is a less than pleasant experience. They are fascinating ad horrific characters and I always wonder how their mother managed to ignore so much of what they did
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You just described 14.3% of the boys I went to school with. I too have enjoyed reading the papers over the years haha.
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Oh that’s so, so sad Peter! You’re a master at making fiction feel like it must have come directly from your experience. My heart always goes out to every child and every parent whose best intentions and doing their best can have such negative outcomes… make me want to weep for them both!
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Hi Peter. I miss you.
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For a moment, I thought this was a story about Trump. Nah, too much money for him to get busted. 😉
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So sad…and even though I know this is one of your “stories”…it’s so real.
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