I knew Todge in 1984. Or 1985. It was all a blur.

Those were times. Summers working at Bally’s show whorehouse on Hall Road, Friday brown pay envelopes broken into for lunchtime drinks at the Tuckswood or the Cock, coughing black snot from the dust on all the shoeboxes and unloading 30kg boxes off lorries when they turned up full of expensive Swiss shoes. Simpler, happier times spent trying to light a fag with a match while riding a bike before 7am and a 10 hour working day with no natural light. Todge organised the end of summer party at Tudor Hall, which he attended wearing a gorilla costume. Either that or he was naked, it was hard to tell.

Fuck me, I’d go back in a heartbeat.

Posted By: APB, Apr 20, 20:24:18