THE ANTICS OF MICKY MOLLOY EPISODES I - II - III - iv– IV(Part2) - V - VI - vii – VIII FINALÉ FOLLOW THEM THROUGH

episode I

“Leg it”

Monday morning should have been like any other in the Molloy house. Dad, (Billy), set off at 5 o’clock; he delivers fruit and veg to the big supermarkets. Mum, (Jenny), left about 20 minutes later to start the first of her two jobs, cleaning offices for a firm of solicitors. Daughter, (Sally), is getting breakfast ready for herself and younger brother Micky, who is in court today, (again!). He nicked a bike from outside the paper shop, and then tried to sell it to the owner’s cousin! Not exactly a criminal mastermind is our Micky.

“Get up Micky! It’s 9 o’clock,” shouts Sally.

“Right Mum,” replied Micky sarcastically. “No rush.”

Micky never took court appearances very seriously. “After all, I’m 13. What they gonna do – hang me?” he always said.

Seventeen year old Sally was the opposite. She worried about Micky every time he went to court.

“One day you are going to be old enough to be sent down. What’s that gonna do to Mum?” she always alleged.

Jenny could never understand why Micky got up to half the stuff he did and often wondered if she had spent more time with him when he was younger, would he have turned out differently. Billy, on the other hand, just saw it as part of growing up on a large council estate. Micky never got into big stuff or anything with drugs. He was ‘small fry’ really. Mum and Dad both loved him to death and he has a big sister who would always watch out for him – unless she killed him first – which was sometimes quite tempting.

“Micky,” she screamed and, before her tonsils had stopped vibrating, this angelic little boy appeared at the foot of the stairs.

“Are you ready? We’re gonna be late,” he stated.

“One day Micky! One day,” she said. Micky grabbed a slice of toast and took a bottle of milk from the fridge – swigging half straight from the neck.

“Get a glass you ‘pig’,” Sally shouted.

“Shut up,” Micky replied. “Come on, mum will be waiting at court”.

Jenny worked till 9.30 and the solicitor’s office was just around the corner from the Magistrates Court. After a short bus ride and 200 yards walk, Micky and Sally arrived at court. Mum, is already there with Micky’s solicitor. Most kids of 13 would be a little nervous by now but not Micky! His solicitor takes them all into an interview room to discuss the case.

“Pretty straightforward,” he says. “You admit taking the bike and trying to sell it?”

“Yeah,” says Micky. “What do you think I’ll get?”

“Hard to say. Don’t think it’ll be a fine as your mum and dad are still paying the last one you got for the spray paint incident”

“Michael Molloy, Court No.2 please.”

“Bloody hell, that’s quick. We must be first on. Come on Micky, here we go”.

Jenny takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes which have been filling up for the last few minutes. This is the part she hates the most – going into the courtroom and waiting for the Magistrates to appear. Some thirty minutes later they all troop out of the courtroom. Jenny thanks the solicitor whilst Micky spots one of his mates who asks, “How did you get on?”

“Community Service! How hard can that be?”

“Oh, I don’t know! I got that last time. They get you doing all the crap jobs; tidying gardens, painting fences ‘n stuff.”

“It’ll be alright,” says Micky.

It was on that note Sally clipped little brother round his cocky earole!

“Ow!”

Mum tells the pair of them to “Pack it in and let’s get home for a brew. Micky has to go back to school tomorrow and he must report to the Community Service Office on Saturday morning at 8 o’clock,” which brings a sigh from Micky and a snigger from Sally.

Back at the house, Sally puts the kettle on while Mum has a shower before going back out for job No.2 – 1o’clock till 4 p.m. on the checkpoint at the ASDA supermarket. Just then Dad arrives home carrying a big box of bananas, apples and oranges.

“All fruit today luv. I’ll get spuds ‘n veg midweek. Alright Mick? How’d you get on?”

Billy and Micky are more like brother than father and son. Probably why Micky gets away with so much.

“Community Service. 8 o’clock Saturday morning,” Micky says.

“That’s not bad, eh! What do you think?”

“Yeah, whatever”.

Micky goes to his room to play on his playstation. Mum has 10 minutes with dad before going to work. Sally sets about the washing and ironing and its only 12:30!

Another chapter in the life of young Micky Molloy.

Written by Graham Vickers

Submitted: 6^th February 2006

Edited by: Brenda Earnshaw WRR Website/Magazine Editor

Next time: ‘Micky’s Community Service’.