I good days and memories for me, 1958, out with the mates, a right rum lot, lurchers and terriers, we took everything up on them moors, had good hidings off gamekeepers, Anderson shelter in my back yard full of ferrets, kestrels, outside bog, you took a dump in winter, hit a block of ice, no telly, my first sexual encounter with Doris, you could walk down the street with your arm around ya mate, without fear of being called a botty basher, but my best memories of my youth, are being out with my dogs, a whip x grey, and a terrier, I loved it then, and still do, Christ, thinking back, I could w