We were reminded recently of the story of Enoch – the nude young lady – and a big stick.
Enoch was the handyman at Tiffany`s nightclub Newcastle under Lyme.
He was good at his job, but very much the “behind the scenes” man; tall and wide, probably in his late 50s, balding, and with a lean muscular build – bordering on knobbly!
A great guy – but definitely not a man to challenge to a street fight.
He arrived at work one Monday morning during the late 70s, with an amused but thoughtful expression.
Clearly a man with a story to tell.
Enoch lived with his son. Each had his own lifestyle, but made sure that each knew whereabouts of each other – albeit in a masculine, but caring way.
On the previous Saturday night Enoch had asked if his son would me coming home after a night out – the son said “no”.
After a visit to his local pub, Enoch went home, locked up the house and went to bed – where he slept completely naked. Tomorrow was Sunday; he could wake up from natural causes.
No sooner had he nodded off than he heard a noise.
It seemed to be coming from downstairs.
He quietly slipped out of bed; picked the stick he kept side for dealing with intruders, and crept downstairs.
The house was in darkness as he checked the hallway, then the kitchen – which only left the living room.
For a while he stood and listened. There was someone in there.
His emotions flashed from flight into definite fight mode.
His eyes widened to increase his vision. His heart raced faster to pump the blood into the muscles he needed to protect himself. Then with a firm grip on his intruder bashing stick he grabbed the door handle to his living room – flung the door open and switched on the light –
And shouted “what the hell do you think you`re doing”.
The scream that followed could be heard throughout much of Newcastle under Lyme.
His son had decided to return home after all – but he was not alone.
A petrified young lady lay starkers on the hearth rug. His son, wearing nothing but a frown, knelt by the side of her….
Enoch crashed into the room like a Stone Age warrior, completely naked, his face still distorted from his “battle cry”.
The poor girl lay a speechless.
“She must have thought she was having a bloody nightmare!” mused Enoch – after telling the tale..
Mmmmm – Enoch in the nude…
“Get out dad,” demanded the son.
“Though were burglars,” stammered the dad.
“Just get out.”
“Sorry love,” offered the dad, before racing upstairs in the hope that the whole thing was just a dream.
Within minutes there was loud knocking at the front door.
It was the Police.
“You better come in,” muttered Enoch. “You see, what happened was………………………..