I remember as a lad lying awake at night on a week end waiting for my old fella and mother to arrive home from club safely. This was before the drink driving laws were brought it and people used to drive home arseholed. I witnessed several crashes and cars driving into ditches after closing time on Beverley Road in those days.I mentioned this on a topic previously. On my 14th birthday I went to see Manfred Mann, chatted a lass up, rolled in after 1am. My grandson was 14 this years, same month. He was sat in, as were all his mates, playing on their consoles. Not saying I would have been given that latitude in Hull or any other large city though. A couple of weeks after my 14th I rolled in after 2 am and woke my dad up. He informed me that as the concerts at Brid Spa finished at 11.45 then 12.30 was plenty of time to be home by. I studiously looked at him and rather languidly said father, we no longer live in Victorian times (I had just been reading Billy Liar). How he resisted the temptation to bat me one I don't know. It was only years later I found out my mother never went to sleep until she heard me come in and didn't say anything as she didn't want me and my dad arguing.
My dad did say (funny how fathers were wiser than you thought at the time) that I might moan about him but it would be interesting to see what I would be like when my kids were that age. He had a point.![]()
Remember sneaking out late one night, aged about 15, meeting my mate on OPE, and both of us going to Penny Farthing Coffee Club on Spring Bank. It was full of dodgy characters of both sexes none of which tried tapping us up. So we tried Viccy Coffee Club and Gothenburg the following week ends.
From the age of 14 ( late 60's) with mates, we led a carefree life, out from dawn til dusk and sometimes never came home at all. We would hitchhike all over and never gave a second thought about getting home. If we ever came a cross a flasher or a perve we would brick them. Seriously. Never did us any harm.