London

Sitting on the train this morning – I was trying to remember the first time that I went into London (without my parents).

I was 13 at the time – and it was an incredibly stupid thing to do going into London on our todds (there was myself and a friend called Ben) at the time we went in.

What did we do? Not much.. went to a shop near Lecister Square where Ben bought a keyring with some naked girl on. Went to HMV and a few other shops – and got pretty scared when it started to get dark and all the “rude boys” started hanging around the streets… So, we went home – I didn’t dare tell my parents where I had been. All in all it was a pretty rubbish experience.