'Fat Boy of Coombe Dingle'

Staying on the alcohol theme, in the summer we would meet up on a Thursday afternoon, buy a keg of cider and head down to the River Ness. Andy was seeing a girl called Jenny (bit of a stunner, not quite sure how he pulled that one, must've been his basin haircut!), I was sort of seeing Nicki P but it only really amounted to some drunken fumbles after downing copious amounts of Cider.

I would supply cigarettes (I worked in a Newsagents) when possible.  At work if a pack of cigarettes got bashed they couldn’t sell them, so I was allowed to take them.  Its amazing how the less popular brands were prone to damage, your Chesterfield, Camel, Du Maurier, Winston, I forever had to take them for my mates.

Back at the riverbank, we would down so much cider, people had been known to throw up in the river! This one time we thought it would be a good idea to set fire to a gorse bush, just one little bush, no harm done, no one needs to know.  Bollocks! It had been a hot dry summer; this one bush fire had turned into ‘The River of Fire’.  As far as the eye could see was a mass of flames.  Of course we did the responsible thing, ran like hell!   We came back the next day and feared the worse, fortunately it wasn’t too bad; there was an end to the gorse bushes.