Pete and the Photograph. ______________________ "I'm last bugger left alive on this photograph me duck" he said over first call at Dog & Duck. He showed me a photo of a seaside outing, dated 1961. "All dead now, hey" he sighed, "there's Mrs Rover, great for a laugh she were, some said she'll live forever, she nowt did" "And there's old Duke, went to school with him I did, aye, both came down from Yorkshire together." "Laurie the coach driver, royt rum un he were, always singing but hab voice like frog-horn some said, pardon joke me duck" "Even young David here, face like babe's bottom, the youngest of group, must hab been 22 there, dead. His misses found poor bugger in bath forever gazing to ceiling, 47 he were, aye." "All dead now Tiff, all ruddy dead, I last bugger left you see, makes yer sick don't it, 1961! All tha' waste of life, all tha' flesh an blood an laughter an warmth an love, gone." "Gi' us a pint of usual Tiff, an put this picture some-place behind bar, it were pub outing as thou can see!" Pete died last Friday, Eighty two he was, I pointed him out on the photograph To everyone at his wake.