THE KATES HILL PRESS, DUDLEY, ENGLAND

 

SYNOPSIS of SECOND CITY STORIES by GREG STOKES

 

I was born and bred in the Black Country, the old, and some would argue the first, industrial region in the English west midlands.  There are as many definitions of what exactly constitutes the Black Country as there are people in it.  There is one commonality however, it ay bloody Birmingham.  Birmingham is our next door neighbour whom we are first to deride, and first to protect if the insult comes from further afield.  As with all neighours, we know each other well.  I have worked there, courted there, and married into a Brummie family.  There is far more that binds us together than the banter would suggest drives us apart.  There are differences however. Birmingham is a huge city of a million souls and at one time a thousand trades.  It is truly the regional capital, and the second city of England, with all the facilities that go with that.  It has evolved into a vibrant international city of the twenty first century.  The politics of the late twentieth century however, the politics of Thatcher, put Brum and the Brummies under the cosh.  The process of social engineering has been continued under Blair’s New Labour.  Sometime in the mid nineties I decided that I’d put together a collection of stories all set in Birmingham.  While the stories range from the Victorian period to the present, there is a theme through to book that highlights the nastiness of Thatcherism as it affected the city, and the society that Blair, son of Thatcher, is perpetuating.  Some of these stories were written back in the 1980s.  Most of them however were written between May 2001 and June 2002 when I was undergoing interferon/ribarvirin treatment for Hepatitis C.

 

Chocolate George:      There’s a guy who drinks in the Lamp in Dudley, a Brummie who makes his way over from the city on public transport.  He works for British Waterways.  At the bar one night he told me this waterman’s tale of Chocolate George, Cadbury’s head boatman who makes fools of two BBC journalists who are looking for canal stories. Written April 2000.

 

Visions of Susannah:   When John, an expat Brummie living in Leicester, met Susannah he thought he’d found his soul mate. An up and coming singer/songwriter, Susannah was the perfect foil.  Then came the record deal, a dream come true, but it was an illusion, a con.  John returned to Brum in a daze where he chanced upon old friend Steve who runs a mobile disco.  He joins the show that night at All Saints social club.  There he meets another Susannah, a woman facing an early death.  Unbeknown to each other they become the source of each others’ inspiration. Written June 2001

 

Over the Party Line:   I met quite few people from Moseley around the late 80s.  The level of intense political conviction was incredible and there seemed to be a left of centre party line that dictated everything, down to the coffee you should buy.  When someone of a different political outlook puts her hand to writing fiction, and is overheard relating the plot over the party line, there’s sure to be hell to pay.  Written March 1988

 

Little Drummer Boy:   In the 80s the Yuppies who were getting fat in the City of London had a game called drumming, a disgusting practice whereby they’d piss on the cardboard homes of homeless people.  Three Yuppies up in Brum for a wedding try to play the game here.  Written July 2001

 

Sad Café:        In March 1987 I went up to Newcastle for the weekend on a National Coach out of Digbeth.  Sad Café is based on observations made that day.  Written May 1987

 

The Vandals:   The 1980s saw the advent of two new practices.  Graffiti art came to cover many a drab wall alongside railway lines.  The colourful product was still deemed vandalism.  At the same time terraced houses with perfectly good brickwork, or even ornate terra cotta, facades were stone clad.  This story asks, who were the vandals? Written July 2001

 

The Layer Cake:   My father in law, John Mitchell, lived out on the border of Solihull and Birmingham.  We used to drive over to see him, passing St Andrews and then on out to Kitts Green.  It always struck me how the layers of houses changed as the journey progressed.  The Layer Cake starts in a City Centre back to back hovel and charts a family’s history as they move through the layers of the city’s housing, depending on how they have fared socially.  By the turn of the millennium the most upwardly mobile seek the prestige apartments in the city centre, on the same site that the story began in the back to back hovel.  Written December 2001

 

The Folk Singer:   A young middle class English woman tries to bring the moors of a folk club in to a seshoon in an Irish seaside town.  Written March 1988

 

Kick the Can:     On Newcastle Central Metro Station one Saturday afternoon I saw an old woman kick a can which struck a young boy rather sharply, turning notions of who is the hooligan on the head.  I’ve moved the scene to Birmingham.  Written August 2001

 

Here and There:   Originally conceived with the stark contrast between Newcastle’s Grainger Market and Eldon Square in mind.  There are two cities side by side, one for the middle classes who are doing alright, and one for those on low and limited incomes.  Based on observations made in the markets of Brum and Rackhams (Selfridges had yet to open), Here and There follows the fortunes of two women with the same name through their respective environments.  (The Newcastle version, Two Cites, has also been completed) Written June 2002

 

His Dutch Uncle:        Britain is a right wing dictatorship and Birmingham its capital.  Every first Tuesday of the month the President calls, in disguise, at a town house in Mosley, that is home to Fifi, a lady of the night, and a quiet unassuming man across the corridor.   In a country in which it’s no longer safe to say anything and it’s considered unpatriotic to have electricity passed through your privates, what’s going on is the burning question. Written February 1988

 

The Social Workers:    A social worker escapes Friday duty to collect her mom from Digbeth.  While her colleague extracts a young woman from domestic violence she waits for a balti in Balsall Heath.  One of the sex workers in the waiting area recognises her old social worker.  Unbeknown to each other they now have the same clients.  Written August 2001

 

Popper States:  Two brothers, Ken McKenzie is an academic social scientist, Tom is a lab worker, talk about the philosopher Karl Popper.  To the former he is a hero, to the latter a clown.  But then redundancy befalls Tom who has to retrain, and start quoting what Popper states.  Written August 2001

 

The Owl and the Pussycat:     Waiting for a Chinese one night in Jesmond I espied a cat out in the street.  It was called over by a man who appeared in the doorway.  Its owner of course… but what if things weren’t as they seemed?  Written April 1987

 

Great Hampton Street:   Mental Health legislation in the early part of the 20th century meant that women could be cast into a lunatic asylum for being pregnant.  Many of them would remain incarcerated until old age.  Great Hampton Street tells the story of one of them. Written September 2001

 

Mr Williams:   On call at Dudley Road Hospital on a sultry summer night in the 1970s, there is a late visitor to the biochemistry department.  Mr Williams had worked there years ago, but what was he doing there now?  Written September 2001

 

The Misappropriation:   A version of the theft of the FA Cup from a Birmingham shop window in 1895.  Written December 2001

 

The Curse:   A version of the gypsies curse on St Andrews.  Written December 2001

 

The Infiltration and the Amuscade:     In the 70s big gangs of skinheads fought for dominance on the streets.  When members of the Smethwick Mob attack their counterparts from Quinton on the Holte, its seen as a sign of the times, just more football violence.  Back in the 1890s the Peeky Blinders attack Albion supporters going to the Villa and in the 1990s rival firms the Steamers of Villa do battle with the Service Crew of Leeds, both a sign of the times.  Written March 2002

 

Summer Frocks:  In the winter of 1973 I’d just started work.  Someone proclaimed there was no poverty in Britain any more.  One particularly cold night in Winson Green, as I caught the outer circle I saw a young girl in a thin summer frock.  Many years later I saw the face again.  Written August 2001

 

The Bus Stop:  Back in 1976 I bought a book about the general strike which was celebrating its 50th anniversary that year.  It would not be until the 75th anniversary that I read it.  This story is based on a little anecdote about some activity in Brum that appears in it.  A manager takes a bus out and the TUC men try to stop him.  Written December 2001

 

The Tip:   As a social worker I used to have to conduct comprehensive risk assessments.  In one interview someone told me about the lengths his father had gone to to get a buzz. I’ve transposed that snippet into this story of an old man who gives a youngster a tip about drug taking – it’s a mug’s game. Written April 2000

 

The Selection Process:   In the 80s, with unemployment topping 3 million – and that was just the official figure – a gang went around organising interviews for people from whom they would then try to take money.  The scam played on people’s desperation to find work.  I first heard of it in 1983 on a visit home from the middle-east.  The Selection Process is my rendition of that awful tale. Written March 2002

 

No Permission Granted, No Request Made:   Dave brushes with young woman in Cannon Hill Park who is absolutely gagging for it, he has no doubt.  That evening he sees her again and puts his theory to the test.  But there has been no permission granted and no request made.  Written October 2001

 

The Escape:    On a boating holiday a few years back I saw a low tunnel leading from the canal under Winson Green prison.  A ex member of the SBS uses it to break one of his partners in crime out of jail.  All details about the geography of the prison are entirely the product of my own imagination.  Written December 2001

 

Turks Blood:   The week before Kennedy was assassinated, my dad had a good win on a horse called Turks Blood.  The tip came from one of my granddad’s sources over in Brum.  Granddad worked at Bloor and Pillars in Hockley.  Written January 2002

 

The Witness:    Pete, an ex pat heads for the last train out of Brum on a Sunday night.  He sees missing it and sleeping on New Street as an adventure.  When the beautiful Carmen comes onto the station an altogether different adventure unfolds. Written June 2002

 

In the Name of St Pat:   The St Patrick’s Day parade in Birmingham is now the biggest in the UK yet in 1974, the city was bombed – in the name of St Pat.  While there has been forgiveness at a community level, the ones responsible have never been brought to justice.  Written June 2002 

 

The Darts Match:   While in the north east I read that Armstrong’s on the banks of the Tyne sent battleships to opposing navies.  I conceived this story of a darts match between the rival workers being used to settle the war instead of the battleships while up there.  I have transferred the tale to two Birmingham gun factories supplying either side of a war in Africa.  Written February 2002.  The Tyneside version of the story was written in 2004.

 

Greg Stokes

Kates Hill, June 2006