Tree swings, swimming in the Wear just past Hylton Bridge before it was even there, fishing off the pier just down from the concrete boat, chasing the wind markers the parachuters used to chuck out before they jumped before Nissan was even there, the Black Woods (don't tell JT). Hell of a childhood and all while wearing flares or shorts ah the good old days.
Shoes, Flares, slippers!!! You must have all been rich buggers...When I was a lad having odd socks to wear and a cardboard box to sleep in were bloody luxuries..
You should be tied over a chair naked, and them bring in a frisky Bull Mastiff that has had it's pedigree chum laced with 3 Ciallis tablets for that. Ten year old, Rhubard fights in Roker Park, bonfires on the beach, clibing round the gates on the pier just to have that grumpy old ****er with the car to come and chase us off... Nee worries about Peado's or owt.
