flyfronted
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Fair grounds, we would get up to the Hampstead Heath one...always ended up it a fight with the Blacks. Never really liked fair grounds sort of sleazy places.
Definitely sleazy places. We never wore our suits or royals at the fairground. Just a place to go when we were too old for the youth club and slightly too young for the pub. Having said that I started going to the pub once a week as a 13 year old, but not with a gang. Fairgrounds were places where you were guaranteed to hear Desmond Dekker, the Upsetters and others.
I was 15 when i started drinking...I can remember that day ..woke up with sick all over my bed..could have died..which happened to a lad down our road,
Got to say drinking took away my innocence, as we got into drinking it was pubs rather than the youth club...and the violence got serious with the drink...I was part of and saw so much violence and out right awfulness that looking back I'am sure i was traumatised for a couple of years.
A few more:
Posted the Chelski running one (last image) as it's bigger than the original I first saw.
(Interesting that the majority of the older lads - right-hand side - are walking, as opposed to taking it on their toes.)
My best - when young (i've done much, much worse, since) was going to a party at 15 and drinking home-brew.
Sick as a dog all the away home, made it to bed and, lying there, got an attack of the 'swirling pits', room spinning and a mouthful of puke... made it to the window and barfed.
Back to bed - big snores.
Woke up in the morning to hear my mother saying: "Pigs, just pigs!!!"
Went downstairs, sheepish - but looking bright enough - and she said to me, her-under age, non-drinking(!!!) son: "Some filthy pig has come up the path in the night and been sick all over the front of the house - but I'll find out who they are..."
I never had the guts to tell her, even when a grown man, but I still have a laugh about it.