Vassos Demetriou - How To Be a Pimp or a Different Kind of Entrepreneur and It Wasnt Me!

How To Be a Pimp
or a
Different Kind of Entrepreneur
and
It Wasnt Me!

Vassos Demetriou

Copyright 2011 by Vassos Demetriou.

ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4568-9059-9

ISBN: Ebook 978-1-4568-9066-7

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Contents

Chapter 1

Introduction

This story starts with a boy of about fourteen years of age, who has lots of dreams and ambitions, as fourteen-year-old boys do. He wants to make his life and that of his brother, sisters, and mum better. He dreams of a life with money and believes he was destined to make loads of it. His father always told him, God is your pocket and that is the only thing that really matters, Son. Sorry, he never called him son; he always told him that he was never his son and that he should always call him George.

George thought and said that all of his children were stupid. He left the family when the children were aged thirteen, eleven, eight, and the youngest was just a few months old.

The family were brought over from Cyprus, an island in the Mediterranean. George was very close to being shot as he worked for the (Aoka) the Greeks and also used to give information to the British, who ruled Cyprus at the time, which was a British colony. When George left, he told mother Nora to go to the labour exchange, as it was called back then, and that they would help the family out financially. The eldest, who was called Sav, is the one the story is about.

Mother Nora lived in a flat in a big house in Kentish Town, London, NW5. It was the third floor, and it had one bedroom, a kitchen, and a sitting room. There was a toilet with which you had to pull the chain to flush, and they still say pull the chain even if the toilet flushes now. There was a tin bath; you had to boil a kettle to put hot water in to have a bath. The heating was done by a paraffin heater, which would be put in the sitting room after it had warmed up the bedroom which the three children all shared. Christine, the baby, slept in the cot in the living room with her mum, Nora. Sav was the eldest. Ella, the next, was two years younger than Sav. Randy was approximately six years younger than Sav. Christine was two to three months old.

At fourteen, Sav went to Holloway School, where he encountered a lot of bullying and racist remarks, like greasy Greek, big nose Jew boy, and Paki bastard (as he was darkish, well, brownish). Sav had met another Greek chap when they moved to England, who was called Henry, who was about one-and-a-half years older than Sav. They grew up together from six years old and remained friends most of the time. This story is about some of their experiences, lucky for Sav. Henry went to the same school, and took it upon himself to act like a big brother to Sav.

There was a boy at school whose name was Goldsmith, who was in Savs year, and he used to push Sav around and make him run errands for him. As Goldsmith was about six foot tall at that age, he used to bully most of the smaller kids. Sav was no more than five foot three at that time; he didnt really grow until he was aged between seventeen to twenty-one and reached five foot eleven. Sav told Henry what this Goldsmith boy used to do, and Henry said he would sort it out. Henry was fifteen and a half years old, doing a bit of weight training. So he looked quite lean; at the time he was about eleven stone and did not have much fat on him.

When Henry saw Goldsmith in the playground, Sav was there as well. Goldsmith was pushing and shoving Sav. Henry went up to Goldsmith, pinned him up on the wall, gave him just a couple of slaps on his face, and told him, Thats my little brother. You ever touch him or push him again, and I will smash your head into the wall next time. Goldsmith said he was only joking and that he was really friends with Sav. Sav had never seen Goldsmith really shit himself; deep down Sav was really pleased and laughed inside, of course. Henry went up to Sav and said, Any problems, let me know, and I will sort them for you. Sav thanked Henry, and Henry went off with his older group of friends.

A week or so later, Goldsmith invited Sav back to his house, well, his parents house. Sav went reluctantly, thinking whether he was going to beat him up because of what happened with Henry or what?

Goldsmith said he had something to show him to prove he was his friend.

When they got to Goldsmiths house, Sav was introduced to his sister Amy, who was twelve at the time. They all sat down and had a sandwich and a Coke. They talked for a bit when there was a knock at the door. Goldsmith answered it. It was another friend of his who sat down and had a drink with them. After ten minutes, his friend and his sister Amy went off to another room. Sav and Goldsmith sat down and talked. Five minutes later, his friend went out, and Goldsmith went in. Sav was now wondering what was going on. There was a noise coming from the other room, and Sav asked what they were doing. Go in and see for yourself, his friend told Sav, as it is your turn next. Sav went in the next room not quite sure what to expect, and there was Amy on the bed and Goldsmith just getting off her. Go on then, Goldsmith said. Its your turn. Amy smiled to Sav and beckoned him on. She half took the covers off so that Sav could get in. Sav was confused, half frightened at what was going on, and yet the thought of getting into bed with Amy turned him on. All those mixed-up feelings and all that testosterone were freaking him out, but somehow this did not seem right. Sav declined the invitation and left the room. He went into the other room, and Goldsmith said, Whats the matter, Sav? Its OK. She likes it. Sav said no thanks, looked at his watch, and made his excuses that he had to go home or his mum would be worried about him.

Goldsmith seemed all right about it. As Sav left the house and walked down the street, he could not believe that he had turned down his first opportunity to have sex. But with all the conflicting feelings, he thought of his twelve-year-old sister, and he could never do what Goldsmith was doing to his sister, plus the fact that if anyone else tried to do that to his sister, he would want to kill them.

Sav had another school friend called Kevin, who was a lanky, skinny chap about six foot two. He was quite a sweet chap who seemed quite nice, not like Goldsmith. Sav figured if he hung around with this guy, he would not get bullied as much and would not have to keep asking Henry for help.

Being poor meant that he did not get any presents, except for the odd pair of socks and pants. Kevin was also poor, but he had a bike.

Incidentally, before George left the family, when Sav had asked for a cheap bike that he could do up and paint, Georges response was, You want a bike, then you go out and steal one. You can, bollocks. Sav could not understand his attitude until later in life when Sav was given a book written by George about his life by a mutual friend Prof. Charles Morris, and then he understood more of why he was the way he was with him in the past.

But I guess thats another story.

Chapter 2

George, a Bad Relationship Made Worse

Sav asked Kevin since he was poor as well how he could afford a bike. Kevin said that he had found it somewhere, got on it, and took it home. He had painted it with a brush so that no one could recognise it. Come with me, said Kevin, and off they went, looking around for a bike that was just lying around. They went about a mile away and found a bike without a lock. Kevin jumped on it to Savs amazement and shouted, Run!