My brother was a real biker. That means driving a heavy motorcycle, wearing leather clothes, long hair, looking all greasy, listining to heavy metal music, smoking and drinking a lot. Not the type you like to meet on a dark night. I also had a motorbike, but I wasn't greasy and my bike wasn't that impressive. His friends were also bikers, same type, some with girlfriends others without. At the weekends they always met a my parents house. It was the only place they were welcome. Most weekends our driveway and garage would be occupied by five or six heavy bikes, being cleaned and mended.
One Saturday evening they got hungry. They knew that I liked Barbara and they also knew that Barbara worked at a fish and chip shop. The choice was easily made. So off they went, I joined them of course, I wanted to see Barbara. Imagine how it feels when you working in a chip shop in a village where nothing ever happens and then unexpectedly 6 heavy motorcycles appear with these greasy drivers and girls all dressed up in leathers. Well that's what the family of Barbara must have felt. They must have been very worried, like the customers who were there aswell. Barbara knew my brother and his friends from the CCAT. Therefore she was al jolly, friendly and chatted a lot with us. That must have worried her family even more. Barbara obviously didn't tell her family that there was one boy among that group she particularly liked.

When the others got what they had ordered they went outside to their bikes to eat. I stayed inside, observing Barbara. Another customer came and sat next to me. He told me how he fancied Barbara and what he liked about her. We had great fun talking about Barbara (I didn't tell him that I also fancied Barbara). While I was sitting there Barbara gave me a whole scale of looks, from affectionate to confused to annoyed and to 'it's time to leave'.

The next time I saw Barbara she told me that it would be better if we didn't came round anymore. The bikers would scare the customers away and people just sitting and chatting was not good for the sales. But the real reason was that she suspected that her family wouldn't accept it that she was going around with those types of people at school.

 fish and chip shop

The fish and chips shop of Barbara's family at 6 station road in Histon. Barbara, her mother and uncle lived above the shop. The window on the right was of the living room, the left window, above the carport was of the kitchen.
(thanks to Carina for the picture)








(translated by Zhi)



# qqhzm 2012-12-14 01:14
# so cutepeter 2014-12-17 07:05
both you and barbara are so cute and lovely . :lol: ;-)
# May I ask question?NGUYEN THI THU HONG 2015-01-12 16:08
Dear Rob

The last time you went to see mother Barbara, their families longer active trade fish and chips shop ?
# RE: May I ask question?Rob 2015-01-13 09:50
Her family sold the fish and ship shop about 13 years ago. The present owner still has contact with Barbara family.
# MissNina 2015-06-15 04:03
:-) From your pictures with Babara and your writing , I can feel you are a person with very good character and personality. Babara spent the best time with you in her school life I can tell. All her smiles are shinning with you!
# So warmJosephine 2017-05-30 05:01
I can sense that, even after you two broke up, you still care about Brabara. I can tell from the fact that you remember every details so clearly, 40 years from then. What a pity you two broke up finally.
# Mrs.Sarah Huang 2018-11-18 11:16
Hi Rob, Just let you know the feeling I got from the second time reading of " First time to Histon". It reminds me "Fast and Furious" episode one, when Brian went to the Cafe that Mia worked for sandwich lunch. He went there so many times and for not-so-tasty tuna sandwich but actually he fancied Mia and wanted to see her. Just like what happened in Barbara's fish and chips shop. Such a sweet picture in which you were observing Barbara while she was working. Barbara would be stronger if she stayed close to her mother. Looking back, it was a bad choice for Barbara to go back to HongKong.

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