Memory lapses


Memory is tricky. Some things you remember others you don’t and these, can be forever lost, if not registered. I am going through the letters between Mona and I, in May and June of 1972.

I have discovered that I have no memory of a certain Pepe that shared the flat in 1972 when Mona and Åsa went back to Sweden. I had also forgotten that many people owed me money and that this caused difficulties for me as I needed it. Perhaps that is the reason even today, that it upsets me, to have to remind people that they need to pay their debts. Accordingly I try to settle any debts to others as soon as possible.

Someone wisely once said,” never borrow, never lend and you’ll never lose a friend”

In our letters we expressed the longing and the uncertainties of any couple in love but torn by distance and insecurity. As the weeks passed and the longing grew, it was decided that I would leave my job at Tramp’s to come to Sweden. By this time I was beginning to get tired of some customers at the club who in drunkenness had little manners or consideration for the staff.

I reported to Mona from the royal table at Tramp’s and could tell that the Prince had heard that I was connected to Sundsvall and I became known as Sundsvall without having been there. As to his bachelor situation it was evident that the chase for women or potential wives was there.

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The Swedish Crown Prince

tramp restaurant

I have been giving some accounts of my intensive but short career as a waiter at Tramp in Jermyn Street. This incident is worth telling for many reasons, but mainly because of the incredible number of coincidences related to it.

The DJ at Tramp was Cyril Hines, an Irishman of whom I did not know much. One evening he came to me rather excited and asked if I knew who I was serving. I didn’t…It was a party of some six or seven people, they had ordered champagne!

He went on.- You’re serving the Crown Prince of Sweden, man! That I thought was interesting considering Mona , my girlfriend was also Swedish. Wait until I tell her, I thought to myself.

Cyril’s knowledge of the world started to impress me. Myself, I have to admit, wasn’t sure of the form of government in Sweden and much less recognizing any people in the Swedish Royal family. So I had to ask. – How do you know this, Cyril? Simple he said -My wife is Swedish and I have lived there! Well, that was an explanation I could buy. I told him my girlfriend was also Swedish. We did not fall in the arms of each other but we had found something in common. -Where does your wife come from in Sweden, I wondered?

-Well, Cyril said, you wouldn’t possible know it- It’s just very small place in the north…-And the name is? –Sundsvall, he said!

So there you have it! His wife Irene and my girlfriend Mona came from the same town. Cyril was well known in Sundsvall because he had been working in several discos including the most popular one- Marina!

As to the illustrious guests I did tell them that my girlfriend was Swedish and they showed genuine interest as they quietly and orderly enjoyed their evening at Maximus in 1972.