Regarding football I met my wife when her 2 boys were 11 and 9, they hated football and so did all their mates at schooI (in my day if you didn't like football you were seen as a bit wierd.) 1st thing I done was bought them a football and a cricket set. We were going to the shop just around the corner and there was a little bit if grass between the houses, about 30yrds by 100yrds. So on the way we were playing passies, we were like 5 yrds apart max, this old twat come out started having a right go, i nearly lamped him (wish i had). Next day council come out, hauled me over the coals for it, threatened to evict us and said I was working (I was but voluntary so was leaving the house) so going to put our rent up to full if they decided not to evict. Morale of the story, I as a parent tried to get them into it, but to this day they both hate sport with a passion, and i wish i had lamped that old twat.
Vauxies dray horses. Camping out with ya mates. We set up a tent on Pennywell School playing fields tucked away in a corner once. Had a bit of a fire going and were just shooting the breeze. Coppers turned up about midnight, made sure we were alright, asked us to keep the noise down and make sure the fire was put out properly when we left and then left us to it. No drama! No riot shields, no need to tell ya mam!
Yeh got that wrong. It was 39p a bottle back in 75/76. But at a private club my old man was a member of I could get Tartan at 16p a pint. Still sometimes feel like a fossil though when I see the way some kids drink these days.
