my young un has been off all week and he has been playing out with his mates , but would rather sit and play x box , or just do my fooking head in , when i was a lad i was never in the fookin house , i would go out in the morning and not come back till tea time , a big mob of us would play on the roofs of the factorys at the bottom of the street , or build dens down the hairy mountains , or put swings up in the trees in the lost valley, there was allways names for places you used to go , no its just down the shop or the park , i used to come home black bright , covered in mud and me mam would