Confessions of a Milkman. Timothy Lea

      ‘It’s terrible what you milkmen do to get business,’ she says, squirting another load of foaming suds into the bath. ‘You stop at nothing, do you?’

      I don’t answer her at once because it had never occurred to me that there was a business angle to what I am doing – or about to do … There was I, feeling a bit guilty about being on the job when I should be on the job, and all the time I am on the job … with this happy thought bubbling through my mind I step forward briskly …

      CONFESSIONS OF A MILKMAN

      Timothy Lea

      CONTENTS

       Title Page

       Introduction

       Chapter One

      In which Timmy has a disturbing dream sparked off by his new profession.

       Chapter Two

      In which Timmy begins to get the hang of his new job under guidance of fellow milkman, Fred Glossop, and obliging customer, Mrs. Nyrene Gadney.

       Chapter Three

      In which brother-in-law, Sidney Noggett, expresses an oblique interest in becoming a milkman.

       Chapter Four

      In which Timmy goes on a course and has his eyes opened by well-stacked instructoress, Betty Tromble.

       Chapter Five

      In which Timmy gets to grips with Mrs. Farley who has got a bit behind – she has not been paying her bills either.

       Chapter Six

      In which Timmy becomes involved with Sue Dangerfield of the Milk Marketing Board and a dissatisfied customer.

       Chapter Seven

      In which Sid gets an idea of how to make a bit on the side and Timmy’s girlfriend is got at.

       Chapter Eight

      In which Timmy is taken out of himself in unusual circumstances by a lady called Hermione.

       Chapter Nine

      In which Timmy becomes sucked into the vortex of the Balham Self Service Society and gets involved in an unusual competition.

       Chapter Ten

      In which Timmy is interrupted whilst getting to grips with a new customer.

       Chapter Eleven

      In which Timmy and Sid take Daisy to the Festival of Milk.

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       Copyright

       About the Publisher

      INTRODUCTION

      How did it all start?

      When I was young and in want of cash (which was all the time) I used to trudge round to the local labour exchange during holidays from school and university to sign on for any job that was going – mason’s mate, loader for Speedy Prompt Delivery, part-time postman, etc.

      During our tea and fag breaks (‘Have a go and have a blow’ was the motto) my fellow workers would regale me with stories of the Second World War: ‘Very clean people, the Germans’, or of throwing Irishmen through pub windows (men who had apparently crossed the Irish sea in hard times and were prepared to work for less than the locals). This was interesting, but what really stuck in my mind were the recurring stories of the ‘mate’ or the ‘brother-in-law’. The stories about these men (rarely about the speaker himself) were about being seduced, to put it genteelly, whilst on the job by (it always seemed to be) ‘a posh bird’:

      ‘Oeu-euh. Would you care for a cup of tea?’

      ‘And he was up her like a rat up a drainpipe’

      These stories were prolific. Even one of the – to my eyes – singularly uncharismatic workers had apparently been invited to indulge in carnal capers after a glass of lemonade one hot summer afternoon near Guildford.

      Of course, these stories could all have been make-believe or urban myth, but I couldn’t help thinking, with all this repetition, surely there must be something in them?

      When writing the series, it seemed unrealistic and undemocratic that Timmy’s naive charms should only appeal to upper class women, so I quickly widened his demographic and put him in situations where any attractive member of the fairer sex might cross his path.

      The books were always fun to write and never more so than when they involved Timmy’s family: his Mum, his Dad (prone to nicking weird objects from the lost property office where he worked), his sister Rosie and, perhaps most importantly, his conniving, would be entrepreneur, brother-in-law Sidney Noggett. Sidney was Timmy’s eminence greasy, a disciple of Thatcherism before it had been invented.

      Whatever the truth concerning Timothy Lea’s origins, twenty-seven ‘Confessions’ books and four movies suggest that an awful lot of people share my fascination with the character and his adventures. I am grateful to each and every one of them.

      Christopher Wood aka Timothy Lea

      CHAPTER ONE

      What I can’t understand is why all the taps in the bath are shaped like Sid’s mug. I mean, if he was sticking over the side of a church with water pouring out of his cakehole like one of those gargoyles I would not be surprised – but a gold tap! If you are going to mess about with gold you want to do something nice with it, don’t you? Anyway, I haven’t got time to worry about that. Not with all the young maidens bearing pitchers of ass’s milk and emptying them into the bath – don’t ask me how I know it is ass’s milk. It just feels like it. Fresh from the ass too, I should reckon, because it is quite warm.

      Some of these birds are fantastic. Naked to the waist – going downwards, of course – and slim as England’s chances in the next World Cup. They are of what you might call dusky hue and their knockers dangle temptingly like inverted foxgloves. I can imagine how they feel; soft and silky, satisfyingly full … Steady Lea! Control yourself.

      The bath is beginning to fill up fast now – and not just with ass’s milk. The girls empty their pitchers and then get in the bath. I suppose it helps to raise the milk level but it does seem a bit unusual. Still the line of girls stretches back out beyond the marble pillars and disappears through the wrought-iron gates so there should be no shortage