Monday 4pm September 1980:
I'm on the top deck, front seat, of the School Bus home (512), one cig left in me packet as Baz Hawkins had scammed the other outta me outside T Block and am wondering whether to have it now or after me tea.
The double decker is meandering it's way from Culcheth, the tops of the tree's twatting the windows as they do - it's sunny.
We arrive in Croft and as that lot get off the bus at The Horseshoe, I get me tape recorder out me satchel.
I'd been to Wigan (Casino) the Saturday just gone and had C90d Searlings set but not played the recording yet.
I think 'Fuck it!' and spark me fag up just as I hit PLAY on me little hand held Sony recorder...
....and this comes out the speaker...Happy Days!!