BMX, Pork Pie Beetroot & Eastbourne...
Thinking back, years ago. Things I miss:
Grans for tea every Saturday. 1978-1989. Dickie Davies world of sport on the Tele, Big Daddy wrestling. Juliet Bravo followed by the Two Ronnies after tea. Pork Pie, boiled eggs, Beetroot spilt on the clean on tablecloth.Then watching The generation Game.
Church jumble sales. 1980-1987 Helping me Gran on the stalls. Helping to set up meaning first dibs on the “Good Stuff” I always got a New record player or tape player.
Playing with toy cars in the street. It was simple, but I wanted for nothing more. 1982.
Caravan holidays with Gran & Grandad. 1981-1989 Mablethorpe. Cold swimming pools, Warm caravan and the smell of bacon cooking in the morning. Travel Scrabble.
Nintendo Game & Watch, other hand held electronic games. Hours upon Hours was spent with them 1984-1989. I mastered each game. One by one I conquered them, being absorbed into their gameplay and seemingly never ending levels. Shark Attack, Bank Raid, Octopus, Ball, and the daddy of them all Dual Screen Donkey Kong.
1983 Spectrum 48k. Horace goes skiing and Frogger
1985 Dragon 32k. Donkey Kong
1986 Tatung Einstein. Chucky Egg and Mummy (?)
1985-1988 BMX Polished chrome. Peugeot Frame, SR Stem, Mushroom Grips, Diamond Back Seat Post, Yellow Mag wheels, Aero Brakes. Loved it. My grandad built a ramp and we would “Jump” people in the park. Long run up, over the ramp set on a small rise and my record was about 15 sets of legs. Literally flying. I was fearless!! Not now! Proper fairy lol.
1984-1989 Youth Club. In the Methodist church hall. A musical education. Duran Duran, Wham, Thompson Twins, Pet Shop Boys. All set the scene for my education into snooker, pool, bigger kids and the pecking order of life.
1988-1990 Skateboards. Hand decorated deck, Fly Tape grip tape. “Skeleton” ribs, Variflex Trucks and Slimeball Wheels. More speed than tricks. Too clumsy by that age :-(
1988-1993 Fishing. Every waking hour spent fishing the River Witham with my mates. Determined to catch the biggest of fishes. In reality spending ages getting unhooked from the weedy bottom. Still loved it. Looong summers they were fishing.
1988-1990 Paper Round. Used to rush round, stopping only to look out from the 14th floor of the tower block down onto the river where I longed to be, fishing. Paid on a Friday, straight to the tackle shop to spend it. Not fished for years now :-(
1988 Eastbourne. 2 Weeks with a mate at his grandads. Away from home, my own money, no parents and the run of the town. Skateboarding, girls, tall stories. No one knew us. We were who we wanted to be. A coming of age. Wet Wet Wet was the soundtrack to that summer.
1991. Leaving school. And that was where my life began…….
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