The brown couch

We had a brown couch that sort of hugged two walls in an 'L' shape if you can imagine. Its was brown corduroy. Is that possible? Well anything was possible in the 70's & 80's, as long as you had a dream, they would ruin it with corduroy whether it was a couch, clothes, your car.

The brown couch would remain in the house until 1990 I think, so it had some great times. It had seen a lot of action. A lot of parties,a lot of bottoms and a lot of teenage heavy petting. Although I would never reveal that to my parents. Isn't it strange how the same couch you slept on at five years old would be the same couch you sucked a woman's breasts on twenty years later, and at this moment I am looking at the couch I am sitting on mulling the same possibilities, although at this time I'm fairly old, the couch I'm looking at now will be a place for me to lie down when I'm ill or just plain tired, that's life !!



The brown couch was great, at one end sat my dad nearest the television and at the other end sat my mam, two bookends, and the rest of us were in the middle. Maybe this signified their marriage, maybe it was over. some of my friends in later years remarked on this, It's funny thinking that they sat there for over ten years like statues. My mother would eventually have a table full of lager cans and knitting next to her chair, it's quite sad thinking that's all she had in the end. I understand how she felt at times poor woman. My dads chair moulded into the shape of his bum after ten years, making it impossible for anyone else to get comfortable there without padding.



Money would always fall down the back of the brown couch as well as broken biscuits, keys and important documents. All of which would become a great surprise when discovered, sort of lifted your spirits when you reached into the depths of the couch to pull out that 'passport, driving licence or £20 you had been searching for, for the last two years.



So we had the brown couch, and in the middle of the floor in front of the couch was a Chinese coffee table over run with ashtrays and coffee cups, and on a night time, usually Tennents lager cans with the sexy women on the sides, do you remember them or know them? look them up. My mother would also have her Carlsberg special brew cans on there eventually, and in later years our dog 'Max' would try to eat the fag butts from these ashtrays or try to get you to pull his whole weight from the edge of a fag butt in his mouth. In fact, Max would own his own throne from this brown couch, he would have the collapsed chair of my dads to sleep on, he loved my dad.



Yeah, the brown couch, who could forget, perhaps you or your family had one, four chair pieces and a corner chair all linked together, it was the best couch in the world.