sweets for my sweet Quotes

“Look Jane!” Brenda nudged her daughter. “Look who’s over there!”
“Damn!” Jane had smudged the fingernail she’d been painting. A tiny frown of exasperation marred her pretty face. Then she brightened as she saw him – Richard from accounts, jostling at the bar with the rest of the lunchtime crowd. “What’s he doing here?” she wondered aloud. “Wouldn’t have thought this was his scene.”
“Don’t be silly!” Brenda admonished. “It’s a hot day. Lots of people fancy a cold lager with their lunch. It’s perfectly natural.” She sometimes despaired at her daughter’s lack of insight. How could such a pretty girl be so empty-headed? And when would Jane ever find a steady boyfriend? Brenda had high hopes for Richard in this direction. He was old enough to be a good influence; brilliantly clever; in line for promotion – he would be perfect for Jane.
“Call him over, Mum!” Jane suggested excitedly.”
― Bernie Morris, sweets for my sweet

“Tower Bridge looked very grand in its new coat of blue, cream and gold paint. Gone was the dingy black and white of my youth. But otherwise it was just the same: gulls screaming overhead, and black water rushing past beneath. A magnificent view of the Tower from here. I took some pictures just for the record; then continued towards the East End which was only a short walk away. This would be the most painful part of my journey.”
― Bernie Morris, sweets for my sweet

“Deflated, but not defeated, Peter wondered what to do next. So, she was three years older. What did that matter? Why did girls make so much fuss about that kind of thing? What was a few years? He was a man, wasn’t he?
It drizzled all through the Rovers’ home game, and Peter consoled himself with the thought that Paula wouldn’t have enjoyed this anyway.
That evening, he scrutinised his face in the bathroom mirror. He did look a bit boyish, he decided. Large brown eyes and dimples didn’t help. He practised a macho scowl, then a lecherous leer. Paula wouldn’t fancy either of those. He just couldn’t be anything but his natural self. Yet how could he make her accept him as an equal?”
― Bernie Morris, sweets for my sweet

“Rosalind was the kind of girl who didn’t have to try very hard; she just drew men like moths to a flame. A natural ash blonde with unbelievably dark blue eyes, she had a near perfect figure, always wore the trendiest gear and said exactly the right witty things.
Not like me. I’m no raving beauty by any stretch of the imagination. I’ve got masses of dark unruly hair which just sort-of hangs around, and I buy only clothes which suit me regardless of fashion. I wouldn’t be seen dead in a mini-skirt – as I’m rather tall with long slim legs, I think I’d look like Olive Oyl.”
― Bernie Morris, sweets for my sweet