My mate Carl H from Oldham had "I'm a riker liker" tatoo'd on his right forearm and "SKF" on his left shoulder. He was the type of villain who nicked his own mate's box one Sat'day morning and was found knocking the sounds out at the back of the casino that night!! He was also the type that kept all the cap's from his latest mission for himself and we'd be left with the chalkies & duramin crap being very much the junior brethren of the day.
"Come on and Live" (can't remember the name of the girlband...segments of time? fabulous Jades?), was on RIKA records.
I was always fast but flaccid when I was blocked so don't agree that the sex drive wasn't affected when we went to the all-nighters. Next day after the come down, different story mate.
Saw loads of kids get rolled in the bogs down stairs to the left of the stage at Wigan.
The football was put behind you in the clubs though, most of the drama's were over scoring and getting ripped off in my experience.
Remember being briefed on the Preston Crew at Wigan and steering well clear. A guy I think from Manchester, Clarky, was famously collared getting off the train at Wigan when Plod stopped everyone on the platform as the doors opened, cos when they asked him to open his full length shaft leather, he'd got a sawn off shotgun inside it.
The only bother I can really remember though took place as we walked up from the station through the town centre to the casino and had to run the gauntlet with the locals at kicking out time.
We knew little Christine and her mates from Leigh (she was the laundry worker featured in the "This England" TV documentary) and I remember walking up to the club one night when she was kicking off because some lad had ripped her off. A few yards further on we came across the lad and his mate and Christ single handedly kicked the shit out of both of them.