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way. My mam and dad were married and had me by the time they were nineteen, and they’re still together today and have had a long and successful marriage. Ian Curtis was married at nineteen as well. Although that didn’t last, for obvious reasons. Bernard (Barney) Sumner got married pretty young when he was in Joy Division. None of my pals even said anything to me at the time, either, because most of their parents had married young, and a few other people our age were starting to get married. We thought we were really grown up at nineteen then, but we were just kids really. There’s no way I was ready for marriage. But when you left school, round our way, most people didn’t think, ‘Right, I’m going to go out and have a career and do this and do that with my life.’ They just left school, found a job and got married. That was it. I wasn’t making any grand gesture about settling down or anything. I certainly wasn’t thinking, ‘That’s it. That’s me now. I’m going to stop going out and settle down.’ Not for a minute.
On the wedding day itself I was totally embarrassed about what I was doing. We got married at St Edmunds in Little Hulton, but I wasn’t there on time. My mam had to come and drag me out of the pub for the service. I was having a pint when I should have been waiting at the altar. I was actually also tripping, all my pals were. I don’t think Denise knew I had taken acid on the day, but she knew I was on something – she wasn’t stupid. I think she just thought that I was stoned. The Mondays were all at the wedding, apart from Bez, who I’d yet to meet. Gaz and PD were only sixteen and I’m not sure if they’d even left school.
After the service, when our wedding car drove down the main road, it must have looked like there was just a bride in it. Just Denise sat there in her wedding dress on her own, because I was hiding. I was crouched down with my head below the window so no one could see me, because I was so embarrassed. Nothing to do with poor Denise – I was just embarrassed about the whole wedding thing. I can’t even remember if we had a honeymoon.
When we got married we moved into a house in Tyldesley, one of those Legoland-type semi-detached Barratt homes, which was a couple of years old and cost us £15,000. I think Denise realized quite quickly that being married to me wasn’t what she wanted. She was two years older than me, and everyone knows girls are more mature than boys at that age anyway. She also came from a big army family. Her dad and her mam were both in the army and her dad was some big sergeant who had been based all over, so she had been to boarding school. As soon as we got married she grew up and joined the real world, and went and joined the TA. I think she began to think, ‘Hang on a minute, I’m married to a kid here who’s just into his music. Now I’m a bit older what I actually want is an army type of bloke, and an army type of life.’
But nothing really changed for me when we got married. I was still going out boozing and to nightclubs and trying to get the band sorted. Denise was into music, so she had liked the idea of me being in a band at first, but she just thought it was a temporary thing. When we got married and got a house, I was supposed to forget all that and ‘grow up’. The band was now just childish and a bit wank to her. She thought we were a load of shite. I was also smoking a hell of a lot of weed, which she didn’t like.
Denise and I were both children when we met, but when we married she became an adult and I almost regressed. I was getting more into the band, and I got the sack from the post office not long after that. It had been coming for a while. They knew I was robbing stuff and pulling all sorts of scams, so they sent the Investigations Branch after me. The IB were ex-police detectives who were employed by the post office. I’d been there for a few years by now, and I’d seen plenty of people join the post office
On the wedding day itself I was totally embarrassed about what I was doing. We got married at St Edmunds in Little Hulton, but I wasn’t there on time. My mam had to come and drag me out of the pub for the service. I was having a pint when I should have been waiting at the altar. I was actually also tripping, all my pals were. I don’t think Denise knew I had taken acid on the day, but she knew I was on something – she wasn’t stupid. I think she just thought that I was stoned. The Mondays were all at the wedding, apart from Bez, who I’d yet to meet. Gaz and PD were only sixteen and I’m not sure if they’d even left school.
After the service, when our wedding car drove down the main road, it must have looked like there was just a bride in it. Just Denise sat there in her wedding dress on her own, because I was hiding. I was crouched down with my head below the window so no one could see me, because I was so embarrassed. Nothing to do with poor Denise – I was just embarrassed about the whole wedding thing. I can’t even remember if we had a honeymoon.
When we got married we moved into a house in Tyldesley, one of those Legoland-type semi-detached Barratt homes, which was a couple of years old and cost us £15,000. I think Denise realized quite quickly that being married to me wasn’t what she wanted. She was two years older than me, and everyone knows girls are more mature than boys at that age anyway. She also came from a big army family. Her dad and her mam were both in the army and her dad was some big sergeant who had been based all over, so she had been to boarding school. As soon as we got married she grew up and joined the real world, and went and joined the TA. I think she began to think, ‘Hang on a minute, I’m married to a kid here who’s just into his music. Now I’m a bit older what I actually want is an army type of bloke, and an army type of life.’
But nothing really changed for me when we got married. I was still going out boozing and to nightclubs and trying to get the band sorted. Denise was into music, so she had liked the idea of me being in a band at first, but she just thought it was a temporary thing. When we got married and got a house, I was supposed to forget all that and ‘grow up’. The band was now just childish and a bit wank to her. She thought we were a load of shite. I was also smoking a hell of a lot of weed, which she didn’t like.
Denise and I were both children when we met, but when we married she became an adult and I almost regressed. I was getting more into the band, and I got the sack from the post office not long after that. It had been coming for a while. They knew I was robbing stuff and pulling all sorts of scams, so they sent the Investigations Branch after me. The IB were ex-police detectives who were employed by the post office. I’d been there for a few years by now, and I’d seen plenty of people join the post office
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