Early Days (1:2)

Mary Copeland was a fourth-generation immigrant, living in Kilburn in north London, she had never married or had children – just did not meet the right guy – although she had had her chances. Now in her late thirties, she had resigned herself to her single lifestyle.

Mary had been a shopworker all her life, for the last fifteen years had worked in the West End of London. And for the last five, in Selfridges department store, and by this time had settled into the rhythm of life.

To meet Stephen was unexpected, to say the least. An Irishman from Limerick, Stephen – Steve – was working in London, like so many Irishmen before him. And, like many Irishmen before him, Steve was involved in construction. Latterly, he had found a cushy number working at the Palace of Westminster – ironic given Steve’s political beliefs. For Steve, though not the most informed of men, was a staunch Irish Republican.

Steve met Mary one Friday night, and Mary was disarmed by his drunken charm. Thus began a somewhat tempestuous, on-off, affair. Often, it could hardly be construed as a relationship, and was almost over so many times before, eventually, Mary discovered that she was pregnant at the age of 39. There was certainly a desire by the two to make things work “for the baby”, although this was easier said than done, and the two of them were often not even a couple.

This love story was set against the backdrop of Britain in the Seventies. The country was gradually becoming poorer, the lines of the unemployed steadily increasing, and it was no great surprise when, eventually, Steve was laid off. In cruel bad timing, the baby, Paul, was just six months old.

There followed long bouts of unemployment, interspersed with short spells of cash-in-hand work. To make matters worse, still in touch with his family, Steve had heard about work back home.

Promising that he would pave the way, that the family would follow once the money was flowing again, Steve left back for Ireland in 1980. His baby, Paul, was almost three.


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Song Lyric Sunday (19 July 2020) – In the Patisserie

Last week, Jim (NewEpicAuthor over at A Unique Title For Me) set the old elements (my selection) as the theme. This week, he gives us the topic of cake.

Well, as soon as I heard about cakes this week, it started off a train of thought.. I almost chose The King of Wishful Thinking, from the movie Pretty Woman, because,,,,me and cake…that’s me!

But back down on earth, I came up with one this week from the Motown stable – there’s still a cakey link, though. We all know Diana Ross, right? Well, this is one of her later recordings, actually written by a couple of band-members of Chic, Nile Rodgers and Bernard Edwards, and recorded by Ross in 1980.

This was a big hit, reaching #1 on the Billboard Hot 100, #1 in a host of other countries worldwide, and #2 in the UK. In the UK, it was Ross’s biggest hit since I’m Still Waiting, way back in 1971, and was kept off top spot by ABBA’s Winner Takes It All. So I hope this one brings back a few memories, this is Upside Down. A big shout-out for Eighties hair!

I said upside down
You’re turning me
You’re giving love instinctively
Around and round you’re turning me


Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round

Instinctively you give to me
The love that I need
I cherish the moments with you
Respectfully I say to thee
I’m aware that you’re cheatin’
When no one makes me feel like you do

Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round

I know you got charm and appeal
You always play the field
I’m crazy to think you’re all mine
As long as the sun continues to shine
There’s a place in my heart for you
That’s the bottomline

Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round

Instinctively you give to me
The love that I need
I cherish the moment with you
Respectfully I see to thee
I’m aware that you’re cheatin’
But no one makes me feel like you do

Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round, round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round

Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round, round

Upside down you’re turning me
You’re giving love instinctively
Around and round you’re turning me
I say to thee respectfully

Upside down you’re turning me
You’re giving love instinctively
Around and round you’re turning me
I say to thee respectfully

I said a upside down you’re turning me
You’re giving love instinctively
Around and round you’re turning me
I say to thee respectfully

Upside down you’re turning me