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Angela Twigg

By Dave Tooley

Angela Twigg I remember as a cute young thing with a sweet smile and a lovely temperament.  She was only about 16  when she first appeared at the club, and didn’t even look that.  I’m not sure who first brought her, but I was sure glad they did.

During the 3 years I was a member of the Solent City Scooter Club we became very good friends, and spent quite a bit of time together. (not in a slushy way, which was just as well because she had several amorous relationships during that 3 years, but we always remained friends regardless)  I would often be the guy who picked her up on my bike and took her to the club meetings, and then down to the pub afterwards.

In fact I was the one she went over to the 1970 I.O.W. Rally with.

Quite often I would be around Angelas house waiting for her to get ready and take the opportunity to have a long chat to her mum.  Talk about spitting image, if ever there was a case of like Mother like daughter, then this was it.  I bet if I met Angela now I’d recognise her straight away as looking exactly like her mum.  (her mother was very attractive too in an older way, if you get my drift…ahem)

Anyway, the scenario would repeat itself almost exactly the same each week.

Angela would come bouncing into the lounge ‘almost wearing’ the smallest micro mini skirt she could possibly attach around her snake like hips, with a large belt wrapped around it similar to the ones that are back in fashion now. (this would create the impression she was wearing nothing but the belt, for it was often as wide as the skirt) She would then bend over the window sill and peer out into the road to see if anyone else had arrived, revealing almost all of her brightly coloured panties.

Her Mother would then snap at her “Angela, for Gods sake” to which she would reply “What’s the matter, my knickers are clean on”

A row would then ensue over moral values, to which she would storm out the front door leaving me to apologise to her mum for her behaviour, and assure her I would bring Angela back home safe and sound.

She was a lovely lady, I really liked her Mum.



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