Bettina Beehive 2

Northern Soul is catchy itchy scratchy type of music, it's not Tamla Motown nor Funky nor Blues, neither is it Reggae, it's well Northern Soul..it's Red Light and it spells danger.  I was not immediately a fan, being bombarded by my sisters 45 collection played at full pelt, as apparently she had a minor ear disfunction. Is is any wonder ? she used to lay on her transistor radio and listen to Radio Caroline late at night, and I was party to that as I had to share a bed with her, and it wasn't always good.  We had one hot water bottle, and by litigation we decided I would have the bottom of the bottle and my sister, who would be seven years older and brighter than me, would have the top half.  She must have thought I dropped of a Christmas tree because lo and behold as soon as I drifted off to sleep, the bottle wound its way down stream to her side of the bed.  The magnetic pull of the moon, I think not, more like older sibling exerting priority.  A little wriggling and whining soon nipped that in the bud, and I ruled over the hot water bottle for a good few weeks into Winter, till my older sister, beaten to a pulp by me forever foiling her plans, left home to seek her fortune in the big wide world.  Leaving a space for O C D Debbs to fill, with her neatly arranged drawers, labeled clothing, and a myriad of cosmetics all for hypoalergenic skin. 
 Back in the seventies hypoalergenic skin was something I knew nothing about.  I thought, it was some sort of compliment to have hypoalergenic skin. I too adopted the regime with my methodic sister.  Every night she would thoroughly brush her teeth, use a pristine cotton wool to cleanse her alabaster face, patting it careful taking care not to drag the skin  We even bought silk pillow cases to avoid creasing, and slept like frozen manikins that had O'D'd on sherbert dabs.
"are you out of that bath yet Specky"
" No....You know the routine.." 
" I do..me getting bathed in luke warm water!"
I should join the army it's like fagitues.  All that you get from parents is..' well he's a lad'..what is that suposed to mean..he is a lad so he gets away with shite, and lasses don't ?
Our Wayne,  he once thought he was really smart, and he told me I was an imbecile, me being five years younger, and probably only five years old, he said..
" do you know what an imbocile is ?!".. smirking behind his jam jars.
" why yes, I do..." shooting in the dark the words just popped up.." it's a beautiful mermaid, I am a beautiful mermaid " and thus one of my theories in life was breach born arse first.  If you don't understand something, wing it till you do .