Wolverhampton
Stories
The following stories were submitted to our sister website, toowrite.com. They were written by people from Wolverhampton or are about Wolverhampton itself.
Crash Out
Author:
Tony Levy
of Wolverhampton
I spent the next two hours or so putting power sockets and pendent lights into the tentedge, during this time I was aware the activity around the site had increased, this was due to the crash investigators from UK had arrived from Farnbourgh by helicopter.
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Shafted
Author:
Tony Levy
of Wolverhampton
Here we go again, it's really the REME's job to fix or recover but only having two wagons on the road and a whole Regiment to look after you try to deal with it yourself.
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White Out
Author:
Tony Levy
of Wolverhampton
The temperature was starting to fall and I had grave misgivings about the weather, but we were all hard faced, we had all sometime or other in our service had been up against it and come through with flying colours, so I wasn't too concerned.
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Night Porter
Author:
Barry A Mason
of Wolverhampton
I nervously pushed the door open more, enough to ease my body inside, as I quickly scanned the entrance to the room for signs of life. There was none, just quietness and the rumble of the air conditioning system, that as if by command had sprung into life.
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Glorious Memories
Author:
Patricia Van Der Valk
of Wolverhampton
He started to move away - even now I can not believe what I did next. I called him back - I called the Pope back! And back he came!
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Dirty Tricks, January 1990
Author:
Barry A Mason
of Wolverhampton
I had drank heavily in the small bar, my only companion, the ruddy faced barman, who eyed me furtively and didn't seem to believe my cover story that I was a sales representative for Land Rover.
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My Funny Feet
Author:
Sue Horder-Mason
of Wolverhampton
Yes, I was relieved that I finally knew but I was terrified of the consequences because another name for Charcot-Marie-Tooth is Hereditary, Muscular and Sensory Neuropathy. And I knew also that the doctors had got it terribly wrong.
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The Eleventh Hour
Author:
Tony Levy
of Wolverhampton
There is a shocked silence from our little group of Hairy's; one of the lads turned to me: ''Looks like you will join your ancestors up the chimney sooner than you thought, mate!'' Said without malice, but with conviction.
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A 10
Author:
Tony Levy
of Wolverhampton
I could see three black dots moving slowly around the top of the mushroom-topped tower. What the hell are they? They were getting closer and dropping into the valley and down to the autobahn way ahead of us until they were out of sight.
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Elvis Has Left The Building
Author:
Tony Levy
of Wolverhampton
We turn off the main road and onto a side road, it's getting light and the smell of the forest mingles with petrol and oil, a distinctive smell that you'd never forget. We turn and slowly rise to a set of steel gates topped with razor wire.
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