beer?’ he asked. I opened my mouth to say how jolly welcome that would be but he cut me off with: ‘Oh, you’re on duty, aren’t you? Never mind, I’ll get Shaz to make a pot of tea. Duncan? Yeah, it were sad. To tell the troof I hadn’t seen him for years. He was free years older than me, went his own way, like. You said on the phone that it was somefing that happened back in 1975.’
‘That’s right. There was a fire, in Leeds. A short while ago Duncan, or someone we now believe to be Duncan, rang the Friends in Need people to say he knew who started the fire.’
‘I wrote to them,’ he said, adding: ‘Well, I got DJ to.’
‘DJ?’
He pointed towards the garage and said: ‘Duncan John.’
‘Your son?’
‘Yeah. He’s a bright lad. We’ve always called him DJ.’
‘It was your letter that put us on to Duncan. Your brother Duncan, that is. The person who rang was obviously distressed, suicidal.’
‘Jesus,’ he hissed.
‘Did Duncan know Leeds, back then?’
‘Yeah. He was at the university there.’
A minute piece of the jigsaw fell into place. ‘Tell me about him,’ I invited. ‘What was he like, before he went to Leeds?’
He fingered his left ear and I noticed the ring through it. ‘He was my big bruvver,’ he said. ‘I looked up to him. Troof is, I worshipped him. At least I did until he went to Leeds. After that there was a lot of pressure on me from Mam and Dad to follow him, but I just wasn’t bright enough. Before that, though, we got on well. All he was interested in was bikes. Push bikes, that is. He raced them, on the road, on the track, and he’d take me wiv him. He was good, and we had some fun. Then things went pear-shaped, and suddenly they didn’t want me to follow him. They were quite happy for number two son to settle for an apprenticeship.’
‘Pear-shaped? In what way?’
‘He fell in wiv the wrong crowd. He did well his first year, kept up wiv his training and his studies, but then he started drinking a lot and got into debt. He bought a Claud Butler, he said, but I didn’t believe him. We dreamt about Claud Butlers in them days. He used to write to me, all about the parties and how they’d drunk the pub dry. It sounded great at the time, but afterwards I realised that he was sliding. He kept sending home for money, first from Dad, then Mam, and then from me. He dropped out halfway through his second year, and we hardly saw or heard from him again after that.’
‘You say he went to Leeds University?’
‘Yeah.’
‘To read what?’
‘Chemistry.’
‘Did you save his letters?’
He shook his head. ‘No, sorry.’
‘Did he mention any names in them?’
Another head-shake.
‘Did he mention Keith Crosby?’
‘The Friends in Need man? No.’
‘Any girlfriends?’
‘No.’ He hesitated, then added: ‘Come to fink of it, he did mention one, once.’
‘Can you remember her name?’
‘He didn’t say. He just said he was going out wiv this bird but he didn’t fink he’d ever dare bring her home. He raved on about her. Said she had purple hair and a ring frew her nose. In them days that was way out. From anuvver planet. I’d never even seen anyone like that back then. Not for real. I didn’t believe him and he said he’d send me a picture, but he never did.’
‘That’s a shame,’ I said.
It was a sad story, and it’s a hundred times more common since drugs other than alcohol became freely available. After Leeds Duncan had moved to Manchester, vanished for ten years and resurfaced in Brixton, living in bed-and-breakfast accommodation. They’d last met at their mother’s funeral. Andrew had tried to help him and lots of promises were made,but it hadn’t worked out. The barbecue was glowing brightly and I could sense Andrew’s impatience to be up there flourishing the giant pepper grinder. He didn’t invite me to share a steak so I thanked him for his help and left. I never got that cup of tea and didn’t find out who Shaz
‘That’s right. There was a fire, in Leeds. A short while ago Duncan, or someone we now believe to be Duncan, rang the Friends in Need people to say he knew who started the fire.’
‘I wrote to them,’ he said, adding: ‘Well, I got DJ to.’
‘DJ?’
He pointed towards the garage and said: ‘Duncan John.’
‘Your son?’
‘Yeah. He’s a bright lad. We’ve always called him DJ.’
‘It was your letter that put us on to Duncan. Your brother Duncan, that is. The person who rang was obviously distressed, suicidal.’
‘Jesus,’ he hissed.
‘Did Duncan know Leeds, back then?’
‘Yeah. He was at the university there.’
A minute piece of the jigsaw fell into place. ‘Tell me about him,’ I invited. ‘What was he like, before he went to Leeds?’
He fingered his left ear and I noticed the ring through it. ‘He was my big bruvver,’ he said. ‘I looked up to him. Troof is, I worshipped him. At least I did until he went to Leeds. After that there was a lot of pressure on me from Mam and Dad to follow him, but I just wasn’t bright enough. Before that, though, we got on well. All he was interested in was bikes. Push bikes, that is. He raced them, on the road, on the track, and he’d take me wiv him. He was good, and we had some fun. Then things went pear-shaped, and suddenly they didn’t want me to follow him. They were quite happy for number two son to settle for an apprenticeship.’
‘Pear-shaped? In what way?’
‘He fell in wiv the wrong crowd. He did well his first year, kept up wiv his training and his studies, but then he started drinking a lot and got into debt. He bought a Claud Butler, he said, but I didn’t believe him. We dreamt about Claud Butlers in them days. He used to write to me, all about the parties and how they’d drunk the pub dry. It sounded great at the time, but afterwards I realised that he was sliding. He kept sending home for money, first from Dad, then Mam, and then from me. He dropped out halfway through his second year, and we hardly saw or heard from him again after that.’
‘You say he went to Leeds University?’
‘Yeah.’
‘To read what?’
‘Chemistry.’
‘Did you save his letters?’
He shook his head. ‘No, sorry.’
‘Did he mention any names in them?’
Another head-shake.
‘Did he mention Keith Crosby?’
‘The Friends in Need man? No.’
‘Any girlfriends?’
‘No.’ He hesitated, then added: ‘Come to fink of it, he did mention one, once.’
‘Can you remember her name?’
‘He didn’t say. He just said he was going out wiv this bird but he didn’t fink he’d ever dare bring her home. He raved on about her. Said she had purple hair and a ring frew her nose. In them days that was way out. From anuvver planet. I’d never even seen anyone like that back then. Not for real. I didn’t believe him and he said he’d send me a picture, but he never did.’
‘That’s a shame,’ I said.
It was a sad story, and it’s a hundred times more common since drugs other than alcohol became freely available. After Leeds Duncan had moved to Manchester, vanished for ten years and resurfaced in Brixton, living in bed-and-breakfast accommodation. They’d last met at their mother’s funeral. Andrew had tried to help him and lots of promises were made,but it hadn’t worked out. The barbecue was glowing brightly and I could sense Andrew’s impatience to be up there flourishing the giant pepper grinder. He didn’t invite me to share a steak so I thanked him for his help and left. I never got that cup of tea and didn’t find out who Shaz
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