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good music brings back memories....thinking of all the folk getting ready or teens drinking upstairs getting in the mood for "outties" all my sons mates seemed to meet here, phone going, one night 12 upstairs, music thumping, did my head in, i went up and parked myself so i could keep an eye on them. my responsibility, they,d be just 18. but still kids to me.

so folk will be
hitting the town. city centres , packed out, people already sozzled, fights. broken bottles,
party goers, trooping up n down, next day skint, hangovers,
can,t think of anything worse in this day and age. boring, empty. different when young.

town was empty as we came up to bus station can,t remember passing anyone,
never saw a fight.
except one night in the early days. two girls "skins", stayprest, checked jackets.
naff looking, decided to push their weight around,
they were drunk coming towards us, just jumped on us for nothing,
held hold of my cuz,s hair would,nt let go which is a daft girl thing anyway,
jumped on my back, my thoughts, petrified and remember for the first time in my life,
plainly my heart thumping.
eventually a lad on the other side, sorted it out. thank heavens..

I never ever saw a policeman, my son tells me its wick with them now,
and the stuff that goes on in the streets at anytime couldnt be repeated.
he just says mam you are best not knowing, so i can imagine.

said to him "one night i,m gonna get a taxi and follow you down " he was horrified.
don,t agree with happy hours n newfangled drinks they dish out, no wonder kids are drunk as skunks. its shocking. if i was at the top id ban it.

when he goes clubbing, i can put the clock on with him coming back,
i,m awake, upstairs looking out of little bedroom window that looks up the street, spy him,
2,45am getting out of taxi don,t know how he manages it, he troops in "mam can you pay till thursday.?? and do me some chips."....

aye, I do cos i,m just glad he,s back in one piece. sweet talking guy tops..
signing out im tired.