Take yourself back to 1983

Great year. Left school, first visit to a pub (Grindon Mill) and fingering a lass called Jo in the bus stop at the bottom of the bank. What a time to be alive.
 


I was 32 in 83, so no thanks, I'd look a f***ing idiot bouncing around on one of those, besides, there's loads of grown men bouncing around on kids bikes at the moment anyway, so I'll leave it up to them to carry on the tradition.;)
 
Born in 83, youngest in a family of 6 living in a cottage on Margret Alice St in Pallion.... my Mrs insists we don’t have enough room for 4 of us in a house twice the size.
 
Great year. Left school, first visit to a pub (Grindon Mill) and fingering a lass called Jo in the bus stop at the bottom of the bank. What a time to be alive.
I often still dream about that stone shelter. No idea why, it just often pops up in dreams. In fact drove past there the other day to see if that little mound of earth was still at the bottom of the road which was used as a BMX ramp. It wasn't.
 
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