I was visited in my sleep last night by a man I can only describe as god. He called me Ricardo. I can only try to live up to my destiny.
It was one of those things that you do as a youth. Yeah, young children probably did play on it, but then young children walk through town and I can bet you a ton of cash, an amusing clock and a sack of French porn that nearly every square inch of Hull City Centre has been pissed on at some point. Would I do it now? Absolutely not, but when you're a first year uni student, away from home and pissed out your head, there are worse things a guy could do at 3am. Besides, that park was always full of tattooed parents wearing celtic shirts, drinking special brew and comparing Staffordshire Bull Terriers, I don't think I ever saw a child go down that slide in 5 years - maybe that's where my lack of sentiment comes from. I can however assure you that such things are beneath me, as I now live in Harrogate and can barely afford running water, let alone a beer.
