Coin Toss…
I used to have a good friend. A really good friend. I had known him for years and years, since I was just a little sprog – about 4-5. I don;t see him anymore, but that is a story for another day. Steve was (is?) his name.
We gre up together – my house was next to his grand-parents and he lived just round the corner from me. We spent a lot of time together growing up – hanging around the estate, BMX’ing, buying matches from the local corner shop and starting fires, all the usual stuff.
At one point he moved to Canada – he would have been around 8-9 years old I think. Not sure about that bit. Anyway, the whole family moved out there for 3 years with his dads job. I think he was an engineer or something like that. After their time out there, they came back but he always regretted coming back to the UK – I think it was his mum that missed her family too much – all the rest of them, Steve, his brother and dad would have stayed.
One day, after they moved back over here, Steve and I were in the bus station. I can’t remember why we’d been into town – probably just shooting the breeze, annoying the shop assistants or something like that. We were sat waiting for our bus – it was there at the stand, just had no driver. As we were waiting I had a 5p coin and I was tossing it up in the air and catching it. When I did this, Steve started to panic and told me to put it back in my pocket, he thought that someone would come and take it off me! I laughed and wondered about the different culture between the UK and Canada where you couldn’t even thrown a coin in the air withough fear of having it nicked or being mugged, or worse!
