Well he was lonely wasn't he? And even though he was old I guess he still had certain needs.
We sat close and it was then I soon realised he wanted more than just my company. That it was the least he could do for all that I was for him. "You don't have to go this far, Badger, you can't afford it!"īut he returned that I was worth it. Usually on my arrival he would greet me with an open smile, his eyes glowing with joy, welcoming me his Ginger boy and lavishing me with coffee and cake. I came to feel sorry for the lonely old guy and if I could put some joy into his life, why not! I used to go around to his place about twice a week. Badger called saying he wanted his Loo painted so I went around and as he was hard-up did it for him for almost nothing, just the cost of the paint and a minimal charge. I was doing a little painting for people to bring in some extra cash. I shall never know why but he gave me the time of my life in his small front living room in Chelsea. He was a guy of about seventy and somehow really turned me on, and me? I was only twenty but as Badger would say, a real handful - and I knew what he meant. He'd call me his ginger boy - for obvious reasons.