So, Here's the thing! I recently found some old friends on Facebook. Now, when I say 'old' friends, I'm talking 45 years ago, so they are 'old'. Not that I'm a spring chicken by any stretch of the imagination. And when you begin slipping and sliding into your dotage, you get the chance to look over your shoulder and wonder what happened to the people you spent the best part of your criminal childhood with. So, here's a few edited memories to protect the guilty!
There were a few of us. We called ourselves the gang. Don't ask me why - I have no idea, but there was a gang before our gang. One night, it was decided that we should claim the record for the most apples scrumped in one night and piled onto the bowling green in the park on East Avenue. We spent all night going there and back again with jumpers and coats weighed down with apples. I think we beat the record held by the previous gang. What that record was - I have no idea, but I think it still stands, because let's face it, who would be crazy enough to try and beat it.
As I've said elsewhere on the site, school was a waste of time for me. We used to truant all the time. In fact, I can't recall going to school in the last year at all. There was also another member of the gang called Mal (I don't recall his last name), but he used to live in the house behind the shops on Wilmslow Road (see picture), which had a wooden shed at the bottom of the back garden. We spent many happy days squashed in Mal's shed when we should have been at school. It was in that shed where we discussed our plans for world domination and told our best jokes. Most of us smoked as well, and as there was no ventilation it was like an Opium den. I'm surprised any of us got out of there alive. I also recall getting blamed by Ned's parents for him wagging school. As if! He was the ringleader. I would never have done anything if he hadn't coerced me.
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!