Side Note

At this stage I feel it pertinent to explain a little about my life at this time. Where I was, my surroundings, the types of people I was running round with:

Basically I was living with my parents in a small town in the midlands. It was nothing special, nothing fancy, the school I went to I adored, despite it being a shithole. It was a school full of arseholes, a couple of great teachers, a range of individuals and as per the stereotype a large selection of groups from the townies to the grebos, of which I managed to move in and out of.

The local town was the haunt for us. Before we went to pubs me and my friends would buy a bottle of Strongbow (through older friends) and smoke cigarettes in parks. That was our Fridays, and they were exceptionally enjoyable, growing up with the thrill of seeing the pretty girls and learning the art of flirting, which ranged from tickling to running around undoing bras. Back then it was all so easy, all I ever had to worry about was excusing the smell of smoke on my clothes and who I was going to flirt with the next week.

As we grew older, we started spending time with older people, drugs were around, but I was never interested, didn’t seem fun to me, also I was terrified.

I sometimes go back to this town, and marvel at the younger people who have replaced us. As the years went on and we would go to the pubs, slowly the small town filter that occurs, when people move on and up and enter your world. Getting invited to an older girls birthday in a dreary town hall somewhere by a farm was a particular highlight.

When we started clubbing we graduated to a ramp in the local club in Larva Ignite in Northampton, where we would queue for what would seem like hours, staring at the girls dressed in the most atrocious outfits. It was wonderful, we never saw the end of the night as one of our group would get in a fight. Every week.

The ramp even eventually was anointed with its own Facebook page:

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=4782423234

Looking back I remember by the end being so desperate to move to London, to separate myself from these people, but in fact the majority had hearts of gold and were wonderful people. Some were cunts.